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 walked to the prison accompanied by two minotaurs and two succubi. Emily immediately bowed as soon as she saw me.


"Good morning, prophet." I stood in front of the cell, wearing a smile, then glanced at the empty bowl in the corner of the cell.


I know that Velvet needs the energy to escape. She was waiting for the right moment.


The prophet was silent and only glanced at me.


I nodded my head at one of my accompanying succubi. She then unlocked the cell.


"How about we take a walk for a bit?" I approached that woman, but she turned her face to me. "Or do you prefer me to carry you like a prince carrying his princess again?"


She stared at me with a disgusted look, and I just grinned.


"Come on." I crouched before her, holding out my hand. "You know you can't fight yet, right?"


The prophet sighed and stood up but refused to hold my hand.


"I'll show you some interesting stuff, Velvet Byrne." I widened my smile.


155 – From a Hill