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

"But before that, you better get dressed first." Emily handed me my shirt and pants.


"Great idea." I received those things and started to wear them.


"Ah…. Ah…." Lexi stretched out her hand as if she wanted to reach my now withered cock. And when I put my pants on, she looked like she was going to cry.


"We can do it another time." I smiled at the doctor and helped her up. I also held her body so that she would not fall. "I don't want to do that in your current state."


"I see." Lexi sighed, looking at the others while adjusting her glasses.


And the three women looked the other way. It was apparent they didn't want to be asked what they had just done with me.


"So what are you going to talk about, my lord?" Xenora asked. From her tone, I could tell she wanted to change the topic.


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