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

After the pub, we walked towards the place the bartender was referring to. It didn't take long for the small paper in my pocket to vibrate. The further I walked, the harder the vibrations.


And as soon as we arrived in front of a house, the vibration peaked. So, I knocked on the door of the house.


No answer. I repeated the knock. "Hello?"


"Wait a minute!" A woman's voice came from inside the house.


Ayre and I had to wait for a few minutes until the householder opened the door.


"Can I help you?" The woman with thick glasses and messy light green hair yawned.


I showed her Kevin's paper, and that woman scratched her hair but said nothing.


"So, how about it, lady?" I asked, confused by her gesture.


"Name's Faye. Please don't use any honorifics. Just Faye." She glanced around for a moment. "Come in."


"Thanks." I gave a smile and followed the woman into the house. The first thing I felt was dust and cobwebs everywhere.


97 – The Experts