Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

"Alright, babe, ready to go in?"

As the door slowly creaked open, Timothy glanced at Sylvia with a slight smile.

"Yeah," Sylvia nodded, but a growing sense of unease crept into her mind.

Even though she had been coaxed into coming to the haunted house by Erelyn and Timothy's sweet talk, she had felt something was off from the start.

Why would Erelyn say this was a good spot for couples? And why did Timothy have that subtle, almost mischievous smile?

Could it be…?

Lost in thought, Sylvia suddenly had a flash of realization. It all started to make sense.

If she remembered correctly, a lot of couples liked to seek out thrills, going to dangerous places for the excitement.

Especially guys who wanted to get a little closer to their girlfriends—they'd often take them to see something scary.

Like fighting fierce beasts or listening to storytellers spin terrifying tales.

The idea was that the girl, scared out of her mind, would instinctively cling to her boyfriend, trembling in his arms.

Sylvia had come across this kind of tactic before. Back when she was writing her treatise on "Useless Strategies," she had done field research and documented cases like this.

If that logic applied here, then the haunted house was the scary thing meant to provoke fear.

And if a girl got scared, she might show a softer, more vulnerable side.

In other words…

"Ohhh, so that's what this is about," Sylvia's eyes flickered with understanding, and a confident smile crept onto her lips.

No wonder Erelyn had called this a 'gift.' No wonder Timothy had agreed so quickly.

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She had to admit, it was a clever way to bring couples closer together.

But unfortunately for them, it only worked on normal couples.

As the powerful Goddess Sylvia, there was no way she'd be scared by a few ghosts.

So, this plan was doomed to fail from the start.

"Hmph, nice try, but too bad you're dealing with me," Sylvia thought, a smug smile playing on her lips. She followed Timothy into the haunted house, completely unfazed.

The dark room was empty, save for a single path leading deeper inside.

As they walked, every footstep echoed loudly in the silence.

The atmosphere was heavy, the lack of sound making the place feel even more eerie and terrifying.

Even though they had just entered, the haunted house was already doing its job, setting the perfect spooky mood.

If it were any other girl, even one with strong mental fortitude or a disciple trained in emotional control, they'd probably be struggling to stay calm right now.

Maybe they wouldn't burst into tears on the spot, but their heart would definitely be racing, and they'd feel a chill creeping up their spine.

But Sylvia? She was different.

Her clear eyes didn't show a hint of fear. In fact, they seemed to radiate a cold, steely determination.

The darkness didn't intimidate her. If anything, it only fueled her fighting spirit.

With every step she took, her movements were firm, exuding an aura of authority.

A cold, winter-like pressure seemed to seep from her, spreading outwards. It was the kind of presence that demanded respect, whether from ghosts or humans.

Even though the haunted house was dark and creepy, it couldn't scare Sylvia in the slightest.

Her steps were steady, and the aura of the Holy Emperor she carried only made her seem more imposing.

After all, even when faced with an army of Holy Emperor-level warriors, Sylvia had never shown a trace of fear or panic.

As the ruler of the Sky Sanctuary, revered and feared by countless practitioners across the land, how could Goddess Sylvia be shaken by something as trivial as this?

Forget these lurking ghosts—she wouldn't even flinch in the face of an army of the undead.

With each step forward, Sylvia's gaze remained cold, her expression carrying a hint of pride.

Just then, a shadow suddenly darted out from around the corner.

It was a massive ghostly figure, one that Erelyn had planted here in advance.

The ghost's body was made of spiritual energy, cold and chilling.

It wore a cloak that made its already large form appear even bigger, and in the dim light from the doorway, its shadow loomed ominously, making it look even more terrifying.

And it had appeared without any warning.

If it were any other girl, she'd probably be screaming her head off by now, scared out of her mind.

But as Sylvia stared at the ghostly figure before her, her gaze remained as calm as still water, as if she had anticipated this moment all along.

There wasn't a trace of fear, not even the slightest flicker of emotion.

Instead, the cold, commanding aura of the Holy Emperor radiated from her.

With a glint of icy light flashing in her eyes, Sylvia casually raised her hand and delivered what seemed like a light, effortless slap.

However, the moment her hand connected with the ghost's spiritual body, it was as if an overwhelming force had struck.

Boom.

The ghost, completely unprepared for the sheer power hidden in that seemingly gentle strike, was sent flying across the room, crashing hard into the wall.

Even though the wall was solid, cracks spread across it from the impact of the blow.

Sylvia had held back a lot of her strength with that strike.

Otherwise, the ghost would have been obliterated on the spot, its spirit scattered to the winds.

"Uh…" Timothy glanced at the cracked wall, then at the ghost, now crumpled and limp on the floor. He couldn't help but feel a bit awkward.

Just as he had suspected, none of this was going to scare Sylvia in the slightest.

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Forget scaring her—the ghost was lucky to still be in one piece, and the haunted house was fortunate it hadn't been completely demolished by that single strike.

"Hmph, see? I'm not nearly as fragile as you thought," Sylvia said, her voice carrying a faint chill as it echoed through the room. A small, smug smile tugged at her lips.

That little scene just now had been more than enough to prove how unshakable her resolve was.

No matter how many more ghosts appeared, they wouldn't make a difference.

Even though Timothy and Erelyn had teamed up, it was clear that this little haunted house was no match for her.

The gap in power was simply too vast.

"You're amazing, babe," Timothy said, giving her a sincere thumbs-up.

Hearing his genuine praise, Sylvia tried to maintain her cool, aloof demeanor, lifting her chin slightly. But deep down, she couldn't help but feel a small surge of happiness.

At last, she had regained her dignity as a goddess in front of Timothy!

However, she didn't notice that Timothy was smiling faintly, his gaze now fixed on the snow lotus flower above her head.