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

Instead of responding to the prophet's attack, I flew toward the wyvern, then spun my body at high speed.


I kicked the back of the beast's head. Its flight path instantly fell apart, and its mouth coughed up flames.


As expected, the prophet couldn't control the wyvern whose brain was injured. It's like the two of them have an inner connection or something.


"Ilroth!" The prophet called out to her pet and shot the metal rope again.


However, this time I caught the rope before it clung to the wyvern. "Enough playing around."


I pulled on the rope with a heavy thud, instantly shattering her arm armor and the device underneath.


Having no other way to stay in the air, the prophet free-falls downwards.


She tried to stab me with her sword, but I caught her hand and twisted it. She screamed in pain as her hand made a terrible cracking sound.


133 – Their Anger