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

Kneeling, Velvet cleared a tombstone from the snow, then looked at the name engraved on it.


"I didn't expect our meeting with him four months ago to be our last." Candice, standing next to Velvet, muttered. "And he didn't tell us that he was seriously ill that time."


Velvet wiped away her tears, then looked at her friend. "Go on. You want to blame me for being too busy to come to his grave?"


The mage averted his gaze. "Even I wouldn't be that cruel, Vel. And after all, you do what you do to help people."


"No, I am indeed a bad friend." The prophet got up while adjusting her scarf. "I wasn't by his side when he needed it."


The two women fell silent, continuing to stare at the tombstone. All that was heard was the sound of the winter wind moving the branches of the trees.


"You love him, right?" Candice asked through trembling lips.


The prophet closed her eyes. She only answered moments later. "Yes, very."


125 – The Heat