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Demon Lord Management Sim Game

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. --------- 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

Gaasuja · Games
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275 Chs

67 – The Catalyst

And when she checked her own body, she didn't see a single thread. She was completely naked, like the mage she had pranked.

"Okay, maybe I deserve it." She shrugged and covered her private parts. "Well, whoever brought me here, please get out. Or do you really like to peek at me naked? What a pervert."

The cave entrance was blocked by flying boulders, and Emily felt that the place's walls were moving away from her. This cave became much broader.

Not long after, black smoke appeared from all directions and formed a large plume.

Emily felt a chill down her spine when she saw that twenty-five feet of thick smoke. There were hundreds of faces formed on that thing.

All of them show great agony.

"We've been trapped here for years." The faces speak in unison. "We should have moved to the next realm, but you enslaved us instead."

Emily lowered her hands, trying not to look daunted, even though the souls she had used for hundreds of years could intimidate her to this extent.