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

Carrying a tray filled with food, I walked into the large dining hall of the prison. Several inmates in orange uniforms, all battered-faced, averted their eyes when I glanced at them.


I made them like that, and I finally came out of the isolation room today. My fists still hurt from beating them.


This human body is really an inconvenience.


I went to a table in the corner of the room, which was not too full. The inmates who were sitting there immediately flinched when they saw me.


"Relax." I put my tray on the table. "I won't do anything if you guys don't mess with me."


But they all moved from there, and I didn't care. I still eat my food.


Not long after, a group of people with tattoos sat at this table. It looks like the previous inmates were forced to leave. Maybe these people were from a gang or something.


One of them, rather muscular with a dragon's head tattoo on his forehead, leaned toward me. "You already know me, right? So…."


241 – Live Behind the Bars