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Layland Kleinhaus (17) suffers from hypogonadism that makes him less "manly" on top of having a girly face. He is bullied because of it, but he always remains strong ... At least, until he can't bear the betrayals and sufferings anymore.

Filled with rage, indignation, and the lust for blood, he decided to end the life of his tormentors along with the bystanders before taking his own life.

Alas, in the middle of his deed, a mysterious being intervenes the act by summoning him and the rest of the bastards he is killing to another world. He curses his bad luck for not being able to fulfill his revenge because of it, but much to his surprise, there is something much better than having his revenge waiting for him.

"Layland... Be a Demon King."

Thus, his journey of becoming the unparalleled Demon King begins.

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Those who know me are already in the know of my "condition"—minor dyslexia. So, if you find any misspell or 'wtf does this even mean' words, I hope you can pardon me from the insult, and notify me instead.

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Disclaimer:

The picture in the cover is originally titled "Final Judgement," which is posted on DeviantArt by CREADFECTUS.

On The Other Side: I Quit Being Human

Returning Rexorem to his Bond Seal, Layland walked towards his troop mates who had gathered themselves slightly away from the Dukedom's gate.

They had dismissed themselves early from the battlefield, leaving Layland facing twenty-one soldiers by himself. It wasn't an impressive number, of course, and they hadn't posed any challenge or whatsoever to Layland.

'Ooh... The eyes. Those eyes are yearning for an explanation,' Layland mused.

All of his troop mates were looking at him curiously, and he knew what they probably wanted to hear from him—the stunt he had pulled a few moments before. He had, luckily, already thought of a plausible excuse, so he was calm about it.

Upon arriving in front of his troop mates, expecting to be immediately questioned, he was greeted by silence. It was preserved for a couple of seconds, until his troop mates eventually nodded their head in understanding.

Where It Begins