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

The dazzling light slowly disappeared. I saw the same room but with different armor, weapons, and wooden counter.


And I couldn't see Emily nor the guiding shapeshifter.


"What?" I muttered. "What really happened?"


"Can I help you?" Instead of Zhoal, a man in his forties came out from inside. He limped and used a walking stick. "Sorry, but I can't accept custom orders with my condition. You can only buy what is already on display here."


I was silent, observing that man with a relatively thick beard and black hair.


"He's not a shapeshifter," Ayre whispered as if she could read my mind. "And strangely enough, I don't feel that discomfort anymore."


"Oh, excuse us," I replied, unable to fully understand what had happened. "We'll take our leave."


I signaled Ayre to leave the place. A hypothesis had popped into my head, but I didn't believe it.


95 – After the Blinding Light