While Julian enjoyed the luxurious treatment of being dressed by a genuine Succubus Princess, he relaxed and finally got a better grasp over the fragmented memories of the original Zaratul.
Apparently, like the System already indicated, this world was called Gomorra.
Almost nothing in his memories indicated that this world was remotely related to Earth, once again confirming that he truly transmigrated, all except one.
There are 12 main races in this world: Demon, Succubus, Elven, Vampire, Orc, Barbarian, Giant, Centaur, Beastkin, Fairy, Dragon, and Human.
Yes, Humans lived in this world!
This was the only connection between Earth and this world, and Julian made up his mind to investigate this connection once he acclimated to this world and understood his circumstances better.
Apart from the races, there are 9 Awakened Classes in Gomorra: Mage, Warrior, Archer, Assassin, Necromancer, Cleric, Illusionist, Druid, and the Witch Class.
Beings in this world level up through levels 1 to 100 which is the max level, growing between Ranks D to S in the process.
The moment Julian realized this, he was stunned and felt a bit shaken because Princess Pandora was Level 91!
This meant that one of his subordinates was already one of the strongest existences in this world.
'Just what kind of man was the original Zaratul?'
And he also remembered the name of his Castle.
The Demon Castle where he woke up was called Dreadmoor, and it was known across the world as Zaratul's castle.
Apparently, the Castle was a powerful magic artifact that can teleport and stay hidden when powered with enough qi, this explained how his subordinates were able to keep him safe from the outside world for 10 years.
Yes, qi. Qi is the energy source of Gomorra.
The world is saturated with qi, available to every person from children to adult, allowing people to harness it and climb as either one of the 9 Classes.
Every person in Gomorra is an Awakened, including children.
Julian didn't fully understand the memories yet but from the little that he's seen, he knew that Zaratul was a very hateful figure in this world, a true villain.
He felt a bit troubled. 'Why would you die and leave so many baggage for me to take care of?'
Despite his inner complaints though, he was more than satisfied with the inheritance that the original Zaratul left for him.
It meant one thing. 'Unlike Julian, heh,' he grinned secretly. 'Zaratul is clearly not poor'.
'And I am Zaratul now!'
To Julian, this was the most important thing that he realized.
Even in a fantasy world, he believed that money could solve any problem. And since this was a world where he could also get stronger, add personal power and it becomes money + power can solve any problem.
'First, let me fully acquaint myself with Zaratul's life and know just the caliber of problems that he left for me to handle'.
By the time he organized his thoughts, Princess Pandora was already done dressing him up.
She smiled and looked at the mirror in satisfaction, clearly proud of her work. "Now you're ready to go". She said as she excitedly handed a jagged black crown to him.
'This is Zaratul's crown? What a narcissist'.
Julian didn't object though as he nodded and took the crown and wore it before looking at the mirror again.
At this moment, he wore a heavy ceremonial black robe that was stitched with crimson symbols that pulsed like embers beneath ash, suggesting magic that was bound tightly to his will.
This ceremonial robe gave him a menacing presence and aura.
Reflecting on the mirror was his impassive face, but inside Julian was tweaking. 'Damn, I look badass'.
He finally turned to look at Princess Pandora and with a calm and authoritative voice he instructed. "Let's leave".
The Succubus Princess nodded with an alluring smile and quickly arranged her purple gown, then she placed a hand on his shoulder as purple energy erupted around her.
Mirror Step!
BZZZ
They both disappeared, leaving a fading illusion behind.
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BZZZ!
Julian appeared inside a grand hall that was built like a throne room.
The hall stretched, dark, vast and imposing like a cathedral of shadow and dominion carved from black stone and obsidian marble.
Towering columns rose from both sides of the hall like petrified giants, their surfaces etched with ancient infernal runes that glowed faintly red, pulsing in slow rhythms as if the hall was breathing.
The ceiling was veiled in darkness, broken only by suspended chains, braziers of hellfire, and drifting embers that fell like dying stars.
This was the grand hall of a Demon Lord and after over a decade, the Demon Lord finally returned to his throne.
At the far end of the hall, elevated upon a broad dais stood the throne, a high-back monolithic vessel reflecting Zaratul's absolute authority in this hall.
Forged of blackened metal and carved stone, it loomed beneath a towering arch of jagged ornamentation, acting as the heart of the hall.
Julian appeared in front of the throne with Princess Pandora standing respectfully behind him. Her chin was raised high, proud and quietly arrogant.
He looked forward, then he laid his eyes on his subordinates.
Arrayed on both sides of the grand hall before the dais are ten high-back chairs that were arranged in neat order, 5 on the left and 5 on the right.
Each chair was tall and imposing, carved out of dark wood and iron, crafted in a style echoing the throne but deliberately lesser.
Of the ten high-back chairs, six were occupied when Julian appeared in this throne room but the moment they saw him appear, all six of these existences shot up to their feet.
Instantly, the air became heavy with heat, incense, and iron.
Staring at the 6 beings, Julian felt like he was staring at bottomless wells of power but out of fear and respect for their Lord, the 6 of them restrained their unfathomable power in reverence of him.
As Julian stared at the 6 of them, Zaratul's memories were stirred.
At the same time, they bowed deeply in reverence and in sync, the Debauchery System lit up with a new notification.
DING!
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[Snooping Tool utilized!]
Name: Sir Alfred
Level: …
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