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

I steeled my heart as Phisovia vomited a lot of blood.


"Why?" She looked at me with eyes filled with tears. "Why are you doing this, my love?"


I shook my head, trying not to fall for her trickery. "You are an illusion. You are not my Phisovia."


She then held my hand, which was still embedded in her chest, causing a heavy flow of blood. "But soon, it will be your reality. This whole world will be what you want it to be. And you are the center of it."


A bitter chuckle left my mouth. "This whole world? So, this fantasy world is going to be like my world? There's no way I can accept that."


If this world were to completely change, my future comrades would not be born. They will never exist, and maybe only I will remember them.


That woman then rubbed my face. Again, I feel the tenderness and warmth that I miss from her.


"So what?" She hissed, her face showing no pain at all, even though I was squeezing her still-beating heart. "This is your deep-down desire, right?"


112 – Giganpoppy