Became a Demon with Pregnancy System

At the mention of that name, Sierra Ling let out a soft, humorless chuckle. "Lord Apollo recognized my talents," she answered, sounding nearly reverent.

"He granted me a share of the advanced toxins, the deadliest curses, and the means to ascend to a higher tier of magic.

Now I am super-level.

Do you have any idea what it means to wield super-level poison magic, Luke?"

Lightning forked across the sky, illuminating the ground below where streams of frenzied demons still raced toward the Fort Snail. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Their eyes gleamed with maniacal hunger. Something about the snail’s presence—perhaps its aura, or some cunning manipulation of Sierra Ling’s poison—had beckoned them to converge in unstoppable waves.

Luke’s gaze flicked momentarily to the side. "I see your handiwork," he said grimly. "Look at them—all those creatures, enthralled by your toxins.

You might as well have unleashed a mass hallucination on them."

Thunder boomed, shaking the air. Sierra Ling threw her head back and laughed louder, the sound echoing through the sheets of rain.

"They’re not just hallucinating, dear tutor. My poison is far more potent than that.

They feel an unimaginable compulsion to devour the Fort Snail—like it’s the greatest feast of their lives. In their delirium, they’ll climb over each other’s carcasses to reach it. And if they fail, they’ll gladly perish in the attempt. That’s how insidious my art is."

Luke tightened his hands into fists. A surge of fury flared through him at the casual way she spoke of throwing entire demon hordes into suicidal frenzy.

If she dared do that to mere beasts, he wondered what horrors she would unleash on humans if it served her purpose.

Sierra Ling’s thin lips curved. "I can see it in your eyes—you despise me," she purred. "But I offer you a place at Lord Apollo’s side. You’re talented. I can sense the darkness in you. The transformation you displayed wasn’t ordinary magic at all, was it? Something akin to a demonic birthright."

Luke responded with a scathing glare. "You must be joking if you think I’d align myself with the Black Sect.

I don’t care how powerful your cardinal is. I’ve seen enough of your cruelty to last a lifetime."

At that, Sierra Ling’s expression soured. "Hmph. Then you’ll die like all the rest who oppose us. To think I even offered you an invitation—how ungrateful."

Her shoulders tensed, and translucent droplets of purple poison began to sizzle into view around her silhouette.

It looked as though the rain was turning into toxic miasma where it touched her aura, each droplet sizzling with corrosive power.

Luke braced himself. The air around them seemed to distort with tension, as if the storm itself recoiled from the darkness brewing between them. "Super-level poison magic, right?" he muttered. "We’ll see which of us walks away from this."

A flicker of memory crossed his mind. He recalled other high-level foes who used poison as a weapon—none quite so potent, though. Sierra Ling, despite her youthful guise, spoke like someone who had lived far longer, absorbing forbidden knowledge that should have remained buried.

Sierra Ling extended her right arm. Constellations glimmered around her hands in deep, violet outlines—the Star Palace of Poison.

In seconds, the entire area glowed with an eerie purple light, as if the night sky had descended.

"Taste the domain of the Poison System," she intoned with a voice that thrummed with lethal energy. "Wind of Ten Thousand Devourers!"

A chaotic surge of violet wind spiraled outward. The raindrops caught in that wind turned into shimmering, toxic shards that drifted in the air, each capable of melting flesh on contact. The wind howled with an otherworldly shriek, expanding in all directions, but focusing primarily on Luke.

Luke felt the burn of toxic droplets sizzling against the protective shell of dark magic that clung to him.

He recognized that no ordinary shield would withstand such a concentrated poison for long. Summoning his darkest energies, he let the black flames swirl around him, scorching the floating toxins before they could bite into his skin.

Yet Sierra Ling was not finished. She lifted both hands in an intricate gesture, and the swirling domain intensified.

The wind shrieked louder, pressing inward on Luke. This was a super-level spell designed to saturate the very atmosphere with venom, leaving foes with nowhere to hide.

Luke’s lips curled into a half-snarl. "You want to see a demon, do you?" he muttered under his breath. "Let me show you what you’re dealing with."

A thick shroud of black and red vapor wrapped around his form, building at an alarming pace. The faint shape of a wolf’s muzzle, wreathed in flame, manifested above him as if a giant phantom hovered there. In the blink of an eye, Luke’s body seemed to merge with that spectral shape.

Then came a monumental expansion of size—five meters, ten meters, continuing upward until it towered nearly a hundred meters above the battered cityscape.

Where Luke had been, now stood a massive, four-winged wolf with fur of swirling darkness and faint lines of burning white flame crossing its chest.

The beast’s red eyes glowed with lethal intelligence, fixed on Sierra Ling.

Atop the Fort Snail’s shell, a crack of lightning revealed the monstrous silhouette of Luke’s demonic wolf form in stark relief, his wings fanning out behind him. The sight made Sierra Ling recoil involuntarily.

"What...what is this?" she cried, her voice trembling more with anger than fear. She had prided herself on her cunning, her illusions, her unstoppable poison.

Yet the monstrous figure before her dwarfed the realm of mortal magic. "How can a human become...become a demon at will?"

The giant wolf’s maw opened, revealing rows of intimidating fangs. For a heartbeat, thick droplets of poison spattered against its fur, producing sizzling sounds. Yet the dark aura covering the wolf’s body prevented the toxins from seeping in too deeply.

From within that gigantic wolf form, Luke’s voice boomed, echoing with an otherworldly resonance. "Don’t compare me to your toy-like curses. You talk about super-level poison magic? I’ve faced worse. And I’ve grown tired of your show."