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

Ritor swung his great axe, cutting off a lizardman's head.


"Boring." He yawned, not caring about his opponent's collapsed body.


He had been expecting a thrilling fight against those scaly creatures. However, every time he met them, he could win easily.


And during the journey of eradicating rebels or defending the location from attacks by the kingdom of Durcia, he has yet to find a worthy opponent. Thus he had high hopes for this Lizardmen city which was said to have many great warriors.


The reality turned out to be different.


Several Bwisters pulled the corpses of Ritor's recently killed opponent. Then the minotaur general looked down at his palms.


"This is wonderful, sir." The reddish-haired minotaur approached the leader with several of his comrades. Their bodies were all covered in blood. "The stories are true. Many of them are strong."


"Really, huh?" Ritor snorted, couldn't deny that he was envious of his men.


217 – A Scaly Warrior