My Skeleton Soldier Is Strange - Chapter 237

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Chapter 237
The Mages’ resistance proved far more effective.
Their azure magic could temporarily halt some of the Demon Players, yet even they eventually crumbled beneath the overwhelming tide, falling one by one.
In mere two hours, all resistance throughout the City collapsed. When the Mage Force—the last to hold out—fell from the highest level of the Central Castle, Nibelheim passed entirely into the hands of the Demon Players. The streets lay strewn with fallen NPCs, and portions of buildings lay in ruin.
Cries of victory echoed across the entire City. The Demon Players cheered toward one another, some scaling buildings to unleash triumphant roars.
I descended upon the City’s center, where the ancient Fortress once stood. I gazed upon its trembling remains. That structure could no longer endure as a symbol of the Empire.
“Let us make this our City.”
My words rippled through the Demon Players. They immediately set to work. Dispersing throughout the City, they began transforming buildings in demonic fashion. Bright-colored roofs were painted black and crimson, and demonic insignias were carved into walls. Imperial symbols were torn down and replaced with marks of the Demon Lord’s dominion.
The transformation began within the bodies of the Demon Players themselves. Scarlet currents erupted from their forms.
I distributed my power among them, intending to reshape the entire City through their conduits.
The crimson currents first flowed across the Demon Players’ skin like blood coursing through veins. Then the energy spilled from their fingertips, spreading to everything they touched.
When a Demon Player touched a building, it transformed instantaneously. Walls darkened to black, windows blazed with crimson light. Where they stepped, demonic insignias etched themselves into the ground. Even the air they passed through retained fine scarlet particles.
The crimson current spread throughout the entire City. Streets and alleys, plazas and gardens—every place became saturated with demonic essence. The fountains that once flowed with clear water now erupted with crimson liquid, and verdant grass transformed into deep burgundy hues.
At the center of this metamorphosis stood I. Positioned where the ancient Fortress once rose, I channeled colossal energy from both palms. My power—a fusion of golden and crimson radiance—began melting the surrounding debris and forging new structures.
The remnants lifted skyward. Stone, wood, and metal fragments rearranged themselves according to my will, interlocking like massive puzzle pieces to form an entirely new edifice.
Gradually, the form of a Tower emerged. Unlike ordinary towers, every component from foundation to spire was organically interconnected. It resembled a colossal organism composed of bone, muscle, and sinew. Its outer walls were fashioned from black stone, yet crimson pulses flowed across their surface. Windows were arranged in irregular patterns.
As the Tower reached completion, intense light erupted from its peak toward the Sky. That radiance—a blend of crimson and gold—illuminated the night sky brilliantly. It was a light so powerful it could be seen from tens of kilometers away.
When the light faded and the Tower stabilized completely, I regarded my creation with satisfaction. The Tower would become both a symbol of my power and the heart of this demonic City. From there, I could orchestrate my next conquest and further amplify my strength.
The Demon Players surrounded me, their cheers rising in jubilation.
Nibelheim had transformed.
It was no longer a City of the Empire.
Now it was the Demon Lord’s Nibelheim. Above the City of darkness, Jae-beom’s Tower rose, declaring its presence.
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Three hours had passed.
As the sun tilted westward, twilight descended upon Nibelheim. Yet the City’s atmosphere contrasted sharply with the serene glow—it thrummed with vibrant energy and commotion. News of the demonic City’s rapid transformation spread far and wide, igniting the curiosity of countless players.
Endless streams of new players began converging at the City’s outskirts. They were ordinary players of diverse races and professions.
The transformed City’s black Castle Wall and crimson-glowing windows, with Jae-beom’s Tower rising prominently at the center, presented a spectacle visible from great distances. The path leading to the City teemed with players, and long queues formed at the entrance.
At the City’s entrance, Demon Players greeted the new arrivals. They served as both sentries guarding the threshold and guides for the curious.
“Here lies the opportunity to transform into Demon Players. Those interested, please proceed to the Central Plaza.”
This announcement spread throughout the City, capturing the interest of many players. The Central Plaza rapidly filled with crowds. Already-transformed Demon Players were preparing a ceremony within.
The Plaza sprawled in a circular expanse, with a fountain at its center where crimson magical force swirled. Surrounding the fountain, floor tiles carved with demonic insignias radiated outward in concentric circles. Jae-beom’s Tower loomed above the Plaza’s perimeter, and crimson light leaked from windows of surrounding buildings.
The Demon Players formed a circle at the Plaza’s center. Scarlet currents flowed from their hands, coursing across the ground. These currents moved like living things in wave-like patterns, forming a massive magical circle centered on the fountain.
“Those wishing to undergo transformation, please step into the magical circle.”
Following a Demon Player’s guidance, curious players cautiously entered the magical circle. At first, only a handful ventured in, but gradually more summoned their courage and crossed the threshold. Soon, dozens of players stood within the circle.
The ceremony commenced.
The Demon Players surrounding the magical circle simultaneously raised their hands. Scarlet currents flowed more intensely from their fingertips, converging toward the circle’s center. The fountain erupted with crimson liquid reaching greater heights, dispersing into fine particles that descended upon the players within the circle.
As the scarlet particles touched the players’ skin, transformation began. Initially, their skin tone shifted gradually. Pallid complexions took on reddish hues, while darker skin deepened into rich crimson tones.
New features sprouted from the players’ heads and backs. Small protrusions emerged from their foreheads, gradually forming horns, while small ridges along their spines expanded into wings.
Each transformation proved unique.
Though all became Demon Players, the results varied based on their original races and characteristics. Human players transformed into balanced demonic forms, while Elves became more graceful and refined. The Dwarf Merchant became sturdier and more robust, and fairies became smaller and more agile.
At last, the transformation completed, and the newly transformed Demon Players began to examine their appearances. They marveled at one another’s forms, unable to hide their astonishment at the novel power coursing through their bodies.
“So this is what it means to be a demon!”
One player’s exclamation echoed across the Central Plaza. He lifted his hands, studying the freshly grown claws with wonder. His face radiated a mixture of amazement and joy.
The other players reacted similarly, delighting in their transformed reflections mirrored in glass and fountain waters.
As the first group’s transformation concluded successfully, more players converged upon the magical circle. This time, not dozens but hundreds awaited their metamorphosis. The Demon Players repeated the ritual without pause, and with each passing moment, more joined their ranks as demons.
The Central Plaza thrummed with the cheers and laughter of the newly transformed. They celebrated one another’s changes and reveled in testing their newfound abilities.
From the Tower Top, I observed this entire spectacle unfold below. My Tower rose majestically at the city’s heart, commanding a view of all that transpired. A circular observation platform crowned the peak, and from that vantage point, I watched my design materialize into reality.
Witnessing the ever-growing throng of Demon Players in the Central Plaza, a satisfied smile played across my lips.
“Excellent.”
I could feel my influence spreading throughout the entire city. With each moment, as more players transformed into demons, my power grew exponentially stronger.
I rose from my seat with resolve. There was no reason to linger any longer. It was time to descend and greet the newly transformed demons myself.

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