Gaasuja

Become a prophet? Recruiting the most outstanding individuals to eradicate demons? Leading the holy army in the extermination of evils?

Or you can choose to become the demon lord instead. Create your own subordinates, even shape them according to your wishes. You can also build a dreaded kingdom of darkness and make an army of chaos.

You have to pick one of those options in the VR game "Mistrea: A Fantasy Management Sim Game of Light and Dark."

The second choice appeals to Ethan Alexander more. To be a good citizen in the real world, he had to follow the rules; why would he do so in a fantasy realm?

Thus, in the world of magic and fantastic creatures, he was reborn as Vorn, the demon lord. But that doesn't mean he'll launch campaigns of heinous human slaughter right away.

It would be no fun for him to rule over a ruined world. That means that those who worship him will be scarce. He wanted to be adored, hailed and regarded as equal to God by many people.

He will keep using methods that are not constrained by any rules. The evil way, but not always violent, and more fun.
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This story will have some steamy scenes, but those are not the main focus.

Main protagonist's women won't get cucked by others.

No yuri.

I consider this novel a multiple protagonist story. So, there will be POV switches.

There will be some dark jokes, so don't be surprised.

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Demon Lord Management Sim Game

"I know about that, sir." She replied. "A mare can use his victim's greatest fears as nightmare fuel. They can even drive their victims crazy from that."


I kept silent, pretending to wait for her answer. "Is that all you know?"


The doctor frowned. "Yeah, sir…. Is there anything else?"


"To discover the target's greatest fear, a mare must delve into his victim's mind." I put on a meaningful smile. "So, basically, a mare can read anyone's mind."


She widened her eyes and hissed. "You're offering your mare to read my mother's mind, sir?"


"You said your mother couldn't talk anymore, right?" I can notice a hint of curiousness on her face. "This is my payment to you for helping us."


Seeing her brow furrow as if she was in deep thought, I raised my hands. "Don't worry, I'll ask Szur not to dig into sensitive memories."


53 – Her Mother