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.

For some character artworks visit my server: https://discord.gg/ABZFh6cBPM

Demon Lord Management Sim Game

It had been almost ten days since my last visit to Nueridge. I flew out of the base, landing on the trees of the forest that had been cut down. My ears heard many heavy footsteps.


"Come on, this is nothing, guys!" Garthur shouted at about thirty minotaurs who were running in front of him. "Don't be pussies! This is for your stamina! You don't want to die from exhaustion on the battlefield, do you!?"


It seemed the group had been running for quite a while. Most of them looked exhausted, even sticking out their tongues, except for Garthur.


Ritor, who was leading the group, still looked strong too. He can even let out a thunderous shout. "Pay respects to Lord Vorn!!!"


"Good morning, Lord Vorn!" They greeted me in unison.


I waved to them. "Don't stop! Just keep going!"


In my wildest dreams, I would never have guessed that I could have an army of creatures with such gigantic and formidable-looking bodies.


69 – Preparations