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Meet Irakiel, the ex Fairy King... now a Demon Lord with a face that could make the devil jealous, and the "totally not boasting, just stating facts" indirect sibling of the Supreme Nirvana Ancestrial Monarchial Absolute God Emperor. 

Life was a breeze until he pulled off a two-million-year resurrection stunt. Now, in a world where everything has evolved, one thing stayed constant – Irakiel's charm. He insists he's not a narcissist anymore, but hey, he's still HIM, blame Fate, not him!

Or so he was blaming Fate until he got this notification....

*Ding!*

[Lady Fate is laughing at your luck and sending extremely seductive winks.... with L-lip b-bites?! That's not the end of it!... LADY FATE YOU DARE! Ban!!! EMERGENCY!! We need a thot repellent!]

Since then, Irakiel has never fully recovered from his state of shock or so he thinks.

Often one can see him sitting against a dichromatic tree and staring at the moon with melancholy, finding comfort in solitude.

'Shouldn't have buttfucked the Moon Goddess.... I feel like she is following me everywhere.'

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A Great Author named Oink once said,
"Keep your enemies close and their wives, closer."

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[Yandere] [Netori] [Villain MC] [Smut] [Harem] [Wincest] [Oyakadon] [Villain MC] [Lore] [Alpha MC] [Livestreaming] [Action]
[Powerful Villains] [Well-Written Fights] [Light Hearted in a Dark World]

Netori means stealing other people's lovers not getting your own lover stolen. 

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The Livestreaming does not officially begin until chapter 106. The first mention is in chapter 101.

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Enjoy :) and have a cookie.

The King of Faries is now a Demon Lord

A small droplet of blood accumulated on my index finger that was pointing towards the coffin and dropped like fresh dew after morning rain.


Blood started to flow out from my palms, it mysteriously started to float in midair, it morphed into a strange hexagon, curving inside the hexagon, it shaped into a star.


[Blood c'rrelates to death. Blood hast life and death hast soul. Soul c'rrelates to life, t is the fireth yond gives spirit. 


H'resy to those, hath lost.  H'resy to those yond yearn f'r ov'r.  


Death is the golden key yond opens the palace of et'rnity. 


T is lovely to alloweth wend of demise. 


May the crusheth spirit revive, f'r ev'ry gage th're is price to payeth. 


Bett'r to fleeth from death than feeleth its grasp. 


I staggered a bit, falling on my butt. My body was not used to this feeling. 


"Air...air... I can not breathe... ha ha ha...."


Inheritance