Nightmare Dragon King Demeter

This Dragon King was Demeter the Mind-Devourer,one of the Twelve—the Dragon of Madness.

Though far weaker in raw power than Jörmungandr,

Demeter possessed a terrifyingly unique ability:

Absolute mental domination.

It could invade minds, twist thoughts,even slip into human dreams,slowly poisoning their emotions until madness took root.

And humans?

Most vulnerable of all creatures to their own emotions.

Demeter exploited this flaw perfectly.

Centuries ago, two rival city-states united against the dragon threat.

But Demeter amplified their buried hatreds,turned allies into bloodthirsty enemies, and watched as they butchered each other—before the dragon hordes swept in and erased both cities.

The greatest danger isn’t a strong foe…

…it’s a friend who stabs you in the back.

In Chapter 1: “City of the Dragon’s Temptation”,

Saintess Kristine would fall to Demeter’s whispers—becoming a Dragon-Corrupted—

a vessel for the Dragon King’s soul.

But possession wasn’t simple.

Demeter could only seize her in the moment her mind shattered completely.

And Kristine?

She was stubbornly resilient.

The Church of Creation bred unshakable faith—

you could kill a believer,

but you couldn’t break their conviction.

As the Holy Maiden, Kristine’s faith was stronger than most.

To break her?

Near impossible.

Yet… in the original story, she did break.

Demeter’s whispers were the spark—

but the explosives had been planted long before her birth.

Trauma after trauma would fray her spirit,until the final truth—the secret of her origin—

shattered her completely,letting Demeter claim her soul.

Though weaker than Jörmungandr—

Demeter’s Dragon-Corrupted form only Dragon-tier in power—

its mental dominance made it deadlier.

It could command humans, spirit beasts, elite dragons—

forcing players to cut through waves of thralls before even touching the true boss.

The original game’s Chapter 1 boss fight had four phases:

Mind-controlled humans turned on the player.
Rabid spirit beasts swarmed in.
Demeter’s elite dragons launched coordinated assaults.
Final duel: Kristine, the Dragon-Corrupted.
Unlike the prologue—where you could spam skills and burn through potions—

here, resource management was everything.

Waste your mana and items in the first three waves?

You’d lose.

Most players died repeatedly before learning:

Conserve. Endure. Strike only when ready.

And Chapter 1 had two endings:

Good Ending: Jianye and allies defeated Demeter—Kristine perished.
Bad Ending: Jianye died, game over.
The worst part?

This chapter was set in Servia—the Imperial Capital.

Which meant trouble for Black.

He had a bad feeling:the moment he stepped into Servia,he’d be dragged into the plot—

and this wasn’t like the prologue.

The prologue dealt in steel, fire, and blood—things you could see, block, kill.

But mental corruption?

Invisible. Insidious. Unpredictable.

Worse—this chapter involved a certain infamous figure—a man so powerful, so connected,

he could crush Black like a bug without blinking.

Servia’s waters were far deeper than the Caribbean’s.

Nobles vs. commoners.

Nobles vs. nobles.

The Crown vs. the Church.

The Empire vs. rival nations.

Even Round Table Knights schemed against each other.

Every alliance was fragile, every peace a lie.

If possible, Black wanted nothing to do with this viper’s nest.

He checked his gift items:

【Mask of the Nightwalker】
Effect: Conceals wearer’s appearance, aura, and spiritual signature. Undetectable by any means.

【Freya’s Tear】
Effect: Purges all negative status effects from self or target.

Black’s eyes lit up.

Finally, the system was generous!

That mask? The ultimate stealth tool.

Slip into noble estates, eavesdrop on secrets—

even an Emperor-tier expert couldn’t sense him!

And Freya’s Tear?

If it truly removed all debuffs—poison, paralysis, even demonic possession—it was priceless.

After inventorying his rewards,

Black sprawled under the stars,

the island’s soft grass cradling him,

a cool breeze whispering through the palms.

Not the worst way to sleep…

At first, he tolerated the solitude.

But after nearly a month of:

Eating raw fish and berries,
Wearing tattered rags (his guard uniform long reduced to just pants),
Scanning the horizon daily for ships—
…he snapped.

“WHAT KIND OF LIFE IS THIS?!”

He howled like Tarzan,swinging from vines in despair.

The ocean stretched empty in all directions—not even a seagull in sight.

Am I stranded in the middle of nowhere?!

Then—fate smiled.

One day, as he raged through the trees,he spotted them:

Three massive ships on the horizon!

“YES!”

He sprinted to the shore,

howling like a castaway who’d finally seen salvation.

“Calm Seas Forge No Skilled Sailor!”

He activated his Mid-Tier Pirate Divine Skill—and leapt into the ocean,cutting through waves like a human torpedo,racing toward the ships with desperate hope.