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

As soon as we got to the base, Velvet ran to Helen, who was kneeling in front of three corpses covered by blankets.


"Madam Velvet…." The witch shed tears.


The former prophet hugged that woman's body. "It's okay, Helen. I am here."


Despite saying that, Velvet also sobbed.


"I'm going to check if there are victims who need my help." Lexi bowed to me and hurried away.


My gaze wandered across the other cloth-covered corpses. Some individuals opened some of the cloth and wrote on the paper for identification.


Some of them have been my subordinates for a long time. That means they're tough enough. And they die in this condition.


Ayre, Phisovia and Xenora came up to me. Before I could speak, they knelt and said in unison. "Our apologies, your highness."


"Rise," I responded with a tense chin because I was holding back my emotions.


Ayre replied. "But this happened because of our incompetence…."


206 – Rages