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

The yellow light had disappeared. Adrian is no longer in this room. Lexi was bandaging my body while Velvet sat in silence. The prophet's gaze was still on where the magic circle had been.


The remnants of tears still wet her face.


"Hey." Ayre tried to communicate with the prophet for some time. "How are you feeling right now?"


"I still expected this." I winced in pain when Lexi made a knot in the bandages wrapped around my body. "No one can stand to experience something like that, not even a prophet."


Slowly, Velvet turned her head the other way. Her eyes widen again. "L-lady Lyra?"


I frowned. There's no one else in this room besides me, Ayre, Lexi, and the prophet herself.


"It seems her mind has been broken since she was in the prison cell," Lexi whispered.


"Ah, I heard from the guard that she used to talk to herself there," I responded in a voice that was also low.


164 – The Big House