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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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Arsonist (End)

"Layland, what have you been doing?"

I stop musing about the recently resurrected feeling in my heart when I hear a familiar voice scold me. I turn to the east, which is the direction where the voice comes from, and find Millonia with the rest of the girls looking at me with a light frown.

Rather than asking why they are here, I make quick mental math to count how much time has passed since I came here. I am not very sure how much time dilated when I was being tested by Ignio but, in my rough estimation, it should have been an hour and a half.

The girls coming here means that the situation in the town is no longer out of hand, which is a commendable achievement.

"Good work, everyone. You finished your task splendidly."

Therefore, I praise them for their work to take their attention away from the question: "What have you been doing here?" For some reason, I don't want them to know what happened here.