Who says becoming a Demon Lord means blindly following a trope and being invincible all the way? Who says a Demon Lord's harem must consist of a large number of girls, or even include a cross-d...
"Ding ding ding..."
The silver shells collided with each other, and Xiao Han never expected that the original crispy ice cream would become such a hit...
Its sweet and sour flavor, cool texture, and milky aroma with a hint of fruit fragrance made it a favorite among aristocratic young women.
The value of the bronze eagles quickly rose from fifteen to thirty-five, nearly half a silver shell.
Because of the limited ingredients, Xiao Han chose the honeydew melon flavor provided by the fruit shop owner. With the help of the tavern owner's frost magic, a whole box of ice cream, enough for a hundred people, was quickly made and sold out in less than half an hour.
Even the remaining crispy rolls sold out for five copper eagles each.
"Little fox, can you tell me how to make such a delicious dessert?"
Lily took a small bite of the crispy ice cream, licked the milky white ice cream with her pink tongue, and smiled sweetly as she leaned closer.
"That... is very simple. Just put a box of frozen milk in front of the window, pray to the God of Dreams for three days, and you'll succeed."
Seeing Lily's increasingly stiff expression, Xiao Han knew that his words, meant to intimidate a little kid, might not work on her, but he remained unfazed: "As for the taste, you can add some freshly squeezed fruit juice."
What a joke! Why would I tell you the formula I use to make a fortune?!
Squeezing my face won't work, and acting cute won't work either. You're not even as cute as me in women's clothing!
"Is that so? Then I'll definitely give it a try when I get back."
Lily's lips twitched, but looking at the little fox's delicate face, a sly glint flashed in her beautiful eyes.
She boldly leaned in and kissed Xiao Han on the cheek, leaving a speck of white cream on his cheek.
"Lily!! How could you do this? You can't eat alone!"
Seeing this, a group of noble girls ran towards Xiao Han, who blushed and then ran away with the money bag he had collected.
As the sun sets, bathed in the soft glow of fiery clouds, the petite fox-person looks terrified, followed by a group of pure and lovely young girls—a truly touching scene.
"puff!"
On the battlefield, George, who was "severely wounded," slowly stood up and looked at a fat boy eating ice cream in front of him. The fragrant fruity aroma mixed with a touch of frost made George's throat move involuntarily.
Noticing the longing in George's eyes, the brave warrior hesitated for a moment before finally extending the half-eaten crispy ice cream to George.
"Don't help that demon king do evil anymore. If you agree, I... I'll give you this to eat."
George: "..."
In the end, the orc leader, the Demon King's number one lackey, filled with shame and remorse, bit into his ice cream, his face full of grief and indignation, and shed pathetic tears.
"I never expected that he would use a different trick to trick children out of their pocket money."
Blood Raven, who was secretly following Xiao Han, covered his forehead, speechless.
By piecing together previous storylines into a coherent narrative and then introducing this bizarre dessert, they're clearly going further and further down the path of swindling children out of their pocket money, and there's no turning back.
"I think it tastes pretty good, and didn't you notice that the magical energy in your body has accelerated slightly?"
Natasha, wearing a black top hat and a gorgeous mage robe that revealed her proud figure, held a crispy ice cream in her slender hands, her red lips smeared with cream, looking exceptionally delicious.
"You mean that bull that can cultivate magical energy... woof!"
Before Blood Raven could even suspect anything, Natasha stuffed the half-eaten crispy ice cream into his mouth.
"Why don't you just try one bite and you'll know? Sweetie~"
"Mmm! Mmm... Hmm? It's... It's quite delicious."
...
The night was dark, and the streets were deserted and empty.
"Ding, mission reward has been issued, please check... Go to hell."
"You made the ice cream but didn't deliver it! I'll remember that! You bastard, just you wait..."
Ignoring the retaliatory actions of the silly system, Xiao Han retracted the information in the task section of the virtual interface and examined the newly unlocked divine skill.
Skill: [A Lament of the God of Calamity] (Premium)
Rank: Unknown
Introduction: The God of Calamity is a demon god residing in the ninety-ninth layer of the abyss, possessing the power of calamity to destroy the divine realm.
Feature 1: Has a chance to upgrade a specified item by one grade. Cooldown: one month.
Feature 2: After using a skill, you will gain an additional [Misfortune] buff, which lasts for one day.
[A brutal skill with limitless potential! But its success rate is related to luck. Is it useless to you? Or...?]
Xiao Han pondered for a moment, looking at the information about the divinely bestowed skill.
His gaze then lingered over a series of skills before finally settling on the skill [Thrust].
With the thought of "whether he really slept with the goddess of fortune," he activated the [Symphony of the God of Calamity]. Instantly, the greenish-blue magical energy within his body was drained, shimmering with brilliant light, converging into a stream of heat, and bursting into a blazing flame.
"Ding, advancement successful, [Thrust] => [Piercing Flame]."
Skill: [Piercing Flame] (Premium)
Grade: Silver
Description: A physical weapon formed from roaring, swirling flames, possessing unimaginable power!
Feature 1: Innately grants 20% armor penetration rate, and a full-power attack triggers an additional 100% critical strike effect.
Characteristic 2: The amount of damage is directly proportional to willpower; the more desperate the situation, the more astonishing the power that can be unleashed.
[Damn it, I forgot to lower the success rate, you unfilial son, just you wait!!]
"Huff!"
The blazing fire swirled into a flaming spear, held in my hand, its tip wreathed in flames, flashing through the air like a fleeting glimpse of beauty.
Xiao Han squinted, sensing the cohesive power of the spear, which was as if it were forged from refined iron, a level below the Obsidian Sword.
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