Demonic City Builder [LitRPG, Kingdom Building]

In a newly constructed chamber of the city’s demonic citadel, a humanoid fused into the very stone of the tower did something it had not done in a long time.

Powers of violet corruption pulsed through half his torso, mixing with veins of gold in the other. A duet of channels that ran from him to the domain. A domain that was not his, but that of its holder. It took him a moment, but the word finally came to him.

Kairon.

He was the owner of the domain. The holder of this power.

A muddled mix of thousands of thoughts, memories, and emotions began to flood back into the entity. Faster and faster, until he nearly lost himself again.

But, in the cacophony of feelings and desires, one reigned supreme.

To trade. Goods, services, wealth. He wanted to trade all of it. It was so clear now. That was his purpose. His very way of being.

Once that realization hit, one more thought entered his mind. One that just had a single word. One that he knew, just like trading, was at his very core. Only this word represented him.

Veron.

Pact Assigned With Demonic City Lord.