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.

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Demon Lord Management Sim Game

Candice's heart felt like it would explode from beating too fast. Her cold sweat started flowing even though it was winter now. She peeked from an alley, watching Vorn in the distance.


The demon lord was lifting the prophet's body using both hands.


Is Velvet dead? Candice can't stand that. It was only a while ago that the two of them had spoken.


And now she can't see her best friend anymore? If things ended like this, why did they have to fight in the first place?


Vorn suddenly turned his head to Candice. The woman winced violently, quickly pulled herself up, and ran.


"I'm sorry, Vel." That woman hissed. Her tears couldn't be stopped anymore.


She couldn't imagine what she should say to Velvet's mother. And also, she doesn't know what she should do without Velvet.


A healing shapeshifter moved my injured left wing, and I winced in pain. Then, she cast healing magic on that part, sending warmth to me.


149 – Descend