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

A minotaur with maroon fur adorned with black tints slammed the communication book in his hand. "You stupid Ritor!!! How could he forget me!!!"


"That is what sets you apart from him, Sir Brigon." A minotaur with bluish fur chimed in. "Ritor doesn't really care about his subordinates. How could he forget you who have fought alongside him in various battles?"


Brigon snorted. "I will show him how great I am, how great the potential of our army is! I will make him regret leaving us!"


"Attention to all the minotaurs who will be participating in the selection of the new general. Please gather in the western field, according to our provided information."


Brigon and his friend looked up, listening to the magically propagated announcement.


"Selections will start soon. Anyone late will be disqualified."


"Good luck, Sir Brigon." The blue minotaur tapped Brigon on the shoulder. "Unfortunately, your other supporters and I are not allowed to watch the selection."


272 – The Selection