All Chapters of The Damn Demigod: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Hundreds of years ago.... Fire, water, and air became the elements of the battle between the two opposing camps. Each ruler of heaven and underground mobilizes troops. Maintain a ruthless side in order to fight over a rozilog ball. The ball that holds a great power. The rozilog orb will disappear if this battle is won by the black side. It does not want to fall into the hands of the sinners. It will break up, then return after hundreds of years. But under the leadership of the first king. The prince of the kingdom of Olympus, Ossoron, seemed to favor the victory of the opposite kingdom. He fled the war, taking a full woman with him. The beauty and human blood that flowed in that body became a curse to the flow of the gods. The prince is blind to lust. Who would have thought that love at first sight is the greatest power, exceeding the luminous sky, rivaling the lightning bolts as its shield? The prince will give up anything, including himself. Sharp stabs pierced the center

"This will be a temporary home." A handsome man with beautiful eyes and an undercut hairdo led Pandora's small steps through the penthouse. It can only be according to its current position. Pandora had signed the contract. She paused to watch the perfectly sculpted face, whose one smile was both sweet and adoring. Should Pandora believe that such a man had bought her for 200 million pounds—absolutely, along with all the agreements written on paper? The first and most important rule Pandora must abide by is that the man has full power over Pandora's body and entire life. Secondly, the prohibition against interfering in the man's affairs. Simply put, they were two strangers, forced to fulfill each other's needs. "There is only one room. If you're tired, please take a rest." A deep frown appeared on Pandora's forehead. One room, that means... no! It's too early. At least Pandora needed time to adapt. The man said the penthouse they were staying in would only be a temporary home; th

Pandora had one arm raised behind her back. Her fingers struggled to touch the straps of the dress that hung down her back because of one man's actions. Pandora had no choice but to stay in the wet and skimpy clothes from Aquela, none of which could be found in the penthouse belonging to the man beside her, the man who had rushed out when Pandora chose to separate herself. Half-glancing at Pandora, she noticed that the man in question was busy tying a black tie, followed by a blue suit covering a large body. Still trying unsuccessfully. Pandora stood on her tiptoes slightly to reach what she was doing. She almost flinched when large fingers took over and thrust her arms forward. "Your mouth can be used to ask for help." The ropes that flowed downward were each tied tightly. Pandora's body tightened as her chest puffed out in response to the volume of clothing that made her feel uncomfortable. The rope tie was complete. The stranger's fingers slid across the surface of Pandora's c

"Panda, are you home?" Pandora stood still for a moment watching her father's slightly limping gait. Chris seemed both shocked and incredulous at her sudden return. Pandora had expected Aquela to say something about the job she had gotten. The woman was somehow too good at winning her father's trust. But she hoped the strange, strange and mysterious man beside her didn't say anything bad about their entanglement. Pandora took a breath to neutralize her wariness. "I came home because I was missing my handsome father." She stretched out her arms to embrace Chris' body. A handsome man in his prime who passed down his line of perfection to his own daughter. There was no greater desire for Chris than happiness for Pandora. But he was helpless to the heart attack that had weakened some of his abilities. "Are you happy with the job you got, Panda?" A gentle caress landed lightly on the top of Pandora's head. She flashed a faint smile as she sniffed her father's scent f

Pandora pressed against the doorframe with hesitation. For some reason, when she returned from the kitchen and living room, she felt like her room was surrounded by an electric storm—full of tension that Pandora couldn't quite describe. She wanted to call it quits, let alone continue her interrupted sleep. However, the thought of the long journey reminded Pandora to gather energy for tomorrow morning. Pandora let out a small sigh, dismissing the doubts that were raging loudly. Dimness greeted Pandora, and then the most surprising part for her was when the silhouette of a tall and large body standing not far from the foot of the bed was watching her long, sharp, flat object that was getting separated from the cover. The thing Chris had given her. Pandora wouldn't let anyone else touch it. She quickly pressed the switch until the situation was illuminated. "Give me back my sword!" Being forcibly grabbed while simultaneously attaching the cover to the sword like sh