It took me a month, but the Ministry is finally mine. Every department, every whispering corridor, every trembling wizard now bends to my will.
I stand within the Forbidden Library, a place buried deep beneath the Ministry—sealed away from even the most trusted officials. This place holds everything they never wanted the world to see: ancient grimoires, forbidden scrolls, cursed relics, and the oldest forms of magic humanity has ever known.
Shelves stretch endlessly around me, filled with secrets so dark they could shatter the sanity of a lesser mind. I devour the knowledge within—necromancy, fire curses, elemental conjuration, soul-binding, and even forgotten theories on removing magic from one's very being.
This… this is where true power sleeps. And now it's mine.
Then, the familiar chime echoes within my mind.
Ding!You have obtained the title: Dark Lord.Reward: Talent — Cosmic Dark Magic
The words burn themselves into my mind like divine scripture.My veins pulse with black fire as my magic reshapes itself. I can feel it — I am immune to all dark magic, even the Unforgivables. Every forbidden spell, every vile ritual, every act of necromancy now comes to me as naturally as breathing. Dark creatures will kneel before me without question.
Another chime.
Ding!You have taken control of the Ministry of Magic.Reward: Dragon Magic Core.
A surge of energy nearly drops me to my knees. My magical core twists, reforms, then explodes into something far greater — the core of a Dragon King. My power multiplies a hundredfold, the raw force of living flame roaring through my soul.
Then comes the third chime.
Ding!You have taken control of Azkaban Prison.Reward: Knowledge of all things related to Dementors.
Instantly, I understand them — their hunger, their birth, their purpose. Secrets of death unfold before me like an open book. I learn how to summon them, how to heal with their essence, and even how to bend the boundary between life and soul.
I close my eyes and breathe deeply, feeling the storm of power settle within me.The Ministry bows to me. Azkaban obeys me. The Dark Arts themselves welcome me.
The world will soon learn: the new Dark Lord has risen.