Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

After arriving in the Netherworld, Timothy spent an entire day searching for Sylvia.

Although he had been worried something might have gone wrong, the moment he saw Sylvia—who had always carried herself with a dignified, divine aura—looking so small and adorable, he couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Ugh, stop laughing! I don't even know what's going on myself!" Sylvia was both embarrassed and furious. She had never experienced such humiliation before.

She raised her tiny hand, trying to pinch Timothy's waist, but then she realized something strange. Not only had her body shrunk, but her spiritual power was almost nonexistent, as if she had reverted to the early days of her training.

Even if she wanted to pinch Timothy, she couldn't muster the strength.

"This is bad. I think I remember feeling this light and floaty as soon as I entered the Netherworld. But why did I…"

Sylvia stared at her delicate little hands, growing more anxious by the second, practically hopping in frustration.

'I'm definitely not some little girl!'

Though Timothy was still trying to suppress his laughter, he thought for a moment and then ventured a guess: "Could it be that the Netherworld doesn't allow living beings to enter? Maybe you were able to get in because of the snow lotus, but your body reverted to its childhood form?"n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"That's very possible. I can't think of any other power that could turn me back into a child," Sylvia nodded after a moment of thought, her expression unusually serious.

It was the kind of seriousness you'd see in a child trying to figure out why one plus one equals two.

"Ow, that hurt~"

Just as Sylvia looked up, she suddenly winced and clutched her head. Even though it didn't actually hurt that much, maybe because of her smaller body, she felt a lump in her throat, and her eyes welled up with tears.

That's when she realized the culprit who flicked her head was none other than Timothy.

"Why did you flick me?!"

It didn't hurt at all, but the once proud and aloof goddess now felt a wave of unjustified grievance wash over her.

'I can't cry, I can't cry! I'm a goddess, not some little kid!'

Sylvia tried her hardest to suppress the urge to cry, but it wasn't working very well. She sniffled softly, her eyes still glistening with unshed tears.

Seeing her like this—so pitiful, trying desperately to hold back tears for the sake of her goddess dignity—Timothy couldn't help but laugh again.

He quickly reached out and gently patted her head, speaking softly, "Sorry, sorry. Actually, I had a very important reason for flicking you."

"An important reason?" Sylvia looked up at him, her eyes still watery, but her gaze was serious, as if she was trying to understand.

Timothy nodded solemnly, as if what he was about to say was of great significance: "Yeah, it's really important. The reason is…

I finally have a chance to tease my wife without consequences, so there's no way I'm letting it slip by! I just had to take advantage of it, haha!"

Halfway through, Timothy's tone shifted completely, and he started laughing without restraint.

"You… you jerk!"

Sylvia finally realized she'd been tricked.

"Timothy!"

But no matter how hard she tried, her tiny fists had no effect on him whatsoever.

The once mighty Holy Emperor, now reduced to this, Sylvia's nose twitched again, and she looked like she was about to cry all over again.

She never imagined that not only was her spiritual power almost gone, but her childhood body seemed to be made entirely of tears!

If it weren't for Sylvia trying to hold on to the last shred of her dignity, she might have already burst into tears.

[Ding!

Host has successfully made a Transcendence Realm powerhouse cry—none other than Goddess Sylvia, the unparalleled founder of Sky Sanctuary on the Elant Continent, known for her cold, majestic demeanor.

Host is amazing. System reward: Sacred Form effect—Radiant Sunburst.]

Timothy: "..."

From the system's tone, Timothy could almost hear a deep sense of admiration.

And honestly, it made sense. To make the mighty Goddess Sylvia cry? That was no small feat. Not just on the Elant Continent—he doubted anyone across the entire universe, or even in other realms, could pull off something like that.

"Waaah…"

At that moment, Sylvia's small body trembled slightly, trying to hold back her tears, but she was clearly overwhelmed with frustration. She couldn't help but wonder how she had ended up in this form. If she hadn't, there was no way Timothy would've been able to tease her like this!

But just as Timothy watched her, a knowing smile crept onto his face. He leaned down, gently brushing aside Sylvia's soft, silky hair, and planted a light kiss on her forehead.

Though it was just a brief touch, it felt like a jolt of electricity coursing through her body, making Sylvia freeze in place. Her tear-filled eyes widened slightly, caught in the moment.

"In the Netherworld, you probably turned into this form because of the ghostly energy here. Don't worry, love. I'm sure we'll figure out a way to get you back to normal soon. Worst case, after I take down the one causing chaos in the Sepulcher of the Sacred, I'll bring you back to the Elant Continent. Problem solved, right?"

Timothy's gentle voice echoed in her ears, warm and comforting, like a soft breeze in spring.

The spot on her forehead where he kissed her felt warm, as if a gentle current of heat was spreading from that point.

Sylvia's delicate, adorable face flushed a light shade of pink.

"Hmph, maybe. Fine, I'll just be patient and wait for now," she muttered, her face still slightly red, trying to maintain her tough demeanor to cover up the flustered feeling that had just swept over her.

"Haha, that's my wife. I have to say, even your childhood self isn't much different from how you are now," Timothy chuckled.

"Huh? What's that supposed to mean?" Sylvia tilted her head, confused.

"You're just as tsundere."

"Timothy! Ugh, you jerk!" Sylvia froze for a second before realizing what he meant.

'Tsundere? Me? No way! I'm not… I'm definitely not… right?'

The more she doubted herself, the harder it became to argue back. In the past, even if she couldn't win a verbal spar with Timothy, she could at least rely on her strength to shut him up. But now? She couldn't beat him in a fight, and she couldn't out-talk him either. The frustration was unbearable.

"Timothy!"

Sylvia raised her tiny fists and charged at him, her face flushed with embarrassment.

Smack, smack.

"Sorry, Goddess, but your punches are way too weak now. I'd suggest you stop before I have to turn the tables and spank you instead!"

"You—! No… don't!" Sylvia's face instantly turned panicked.

She had always been the one dishing out punishment. No one had ever dared to spank her! And the worst part was, in her current state, she had no power to stop him. If Timothy really wanted to do it, she wouldn't be able to resist at all!

"Haha, it's not up to you," Timothy teased, pretending to inch closer.

"Ah! You jerk!"

The candlelight flickered, casting long shadows on the walls. The atmosphere in the room was warm and sweet, filled with a sense of playful intimacy.