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 helped the fourth girl onto a horse carriage. They still looked timid around me, even though I already hide my horns.


"It's okay." Smiling, Ayre distributed blankets to those women who were not dressed appropriately. "You won't be taken to a worse place than that house. The prophet spoke to you to come to us, right? If you girls don't believe in us, believe in her."


One of them ventured to ask. "Is miss prophet okay? I look so sad."


"Well, you've seen it yourself, haven't you?" I replied to them. "She was shocked to see the true face of the government of this country."


"I see." She answered softly. "Thank you, sir."


"Just remember my name." I widened my smile. "I'm Vorn."


Before they could react, I closed the door and signaled the driver to move the carriage.


"The prophet is really taking time." Ayre looked at the house of Gerald, the councilor, a few yards from where we were. "She should have gone out with those girls."


166 – Dragon’s Heart