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On The Other Side: I Quit Being Human

Layland Kleinhaus (17) suffers from hypogonadism that makes him less "manly" on top of having a girly face. He is bullied because of it, but he always remains strong ... At least, until he can't bear the betrayals and sufferings anymore. Filled with rage, indignation, and the lust for blood, he decided to end the life of his tormentors along with the bystanders before taking his own life. Alas, in the middle of his deed, a mysterious being intervenes the act by summoning him and the rest of the bastards he is killing to another world. He curses his bad luck for not being able to fulfill his revenge because of it, but much to his surprise, there is something much better than having his revenge waiting for him. "Layland... Be a Demon King." Thus, his journey of becoming the unparalleled Demon King begins. --- Those who know me are already in the know of my "condition"—minor dyslexia. So, if you find any misspell or 'wtf does this even mean' words, I hope you can pardon me from the insult, and notify me instead. --- Disclaimer: The picture in the cover is originally titled "Final Judgement," which is posted on DeviantArt by CREADFECTUS.

Frona_Gorgophone · Fantasy
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A Preposterous Gamble (4)

"HURRAH!"

The Dark Elves and the Warriors cheered loudly whereas the Light Elves, the Beastmen and the humans clicked their tongues bitterly. Although the Dark Elf's side still had fewer men than their side did, Stavros's death was a huge loss. Hovarc's presence could still be felt, but they doubted he would ever return. Added to that, the Dark Elf had Layland, the Demon who defeated a Centaur crazed by Natural Essence.

Their chance of victory was still big but given the development, it wouldn't be surprising if they suddenly became the ones running for their lives. The trump cards they brought with them were already revealed and no longer useful. They still had the Paladins on their side, but it was unknown how well they would fare against Layland. The only thing they could count on was their number.

Swoosh!