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

In the end, only seven children came with us, including Alain. As we flew, we had to tie them to my body and Xenora's. And that's not easy either. They get sick if we fly too fast. So, we had to reduce the speed significantly.


"We're about to get there, folks," I spoke to them.


"You wonder why it's only like this, huh?" I chuckled.


From the outside, my base looks like a big cave with several unfinished buildings on the right and left. Nothing special.


"Yeah." Alain scratched his hair. "I thought you would have a big and terrifying palace, Lord Vorn."


I laughed. When Xenora and I lowered the three boys and four girls to the ground, Ayre came to us while playing a cheerful song with her lute. Then, Robyn walked over to the children with her arms outstretched and wore a bright smile. "Welcome to Lord Vorn's house!"


The children could only freeze, perhaps not expecting such a warm welcome.


87 – The Welcome