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 kissed Phisovia's lips. Even though her condition is like that, I can still feel her warmth and tenderness.


Even so, it does not mean her condition has improved. Her body was clean, and her hair neatly combed, but she had less weight. Her cheekbones had even started to protrude.


"This victory feels incomplete without you, Phisovia," I whispered into her ear. "But don't worry. In a moment, I will heal you."


I stroked her hair, then left the room. As usual, a few succubi took my place.


"Are you all right, my lord?" Ayre faced me.


"Of course." I put on a faint smile, then started walking.


Of course, I'm not okay. Having walked a few feet, I found the remaining succubus sitting around Xenora. There were two crying succubi on the shoulder of the substitute general and one on her thighs.


She did a melodious humming and only nodded slightly at me as I passed her.


78 – Sacrifices