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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

A chilling wind sweeps the battlefield, carrying the cold that the gigantic ice shards which decimated the army has. Everything is perfectly frozen, so no one can see flowing blood. The battlefield, which is the empty plain before the mine, is quiet for a few seconds. Only after the Warriors recover from their shock do they cheer.

It is quite off-putting for me to produce that kind of attack considering what I have been doing. I believe the Warriors also shared the same sentiment; hence, they remained quiet for a few seconds. Ice Magic is not that rare for people to get excited when they see one. Still, seeing humongous ice shards in the middle of a dusty plain during the day evokes curiosity.

Returning Rexorem to our Bond Seal, I watch as Neroel the son of the late Alivert Storm and Decima the Commander of the Human-Lamia Army come to me. Their eyes shine as if they belong to children starstruck by their idol.

The Dragons Emerge