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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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404 Chs

Lost

Being alone in the dark is not scary; knowing that there is another person with us in the dark is. Upon hearing the voice, the hair on the back of my neck that I thought I had lost stand up.

"Damn it, Eliseus! Don't mess with me!" I exclaim in annoyance.

There is no response from behind me, so I wonder if the speaker was really the ghost of this forest. Just when I am about to conclude that to be the case, Eliseus confirms that the owner of the voice is her.

"... You are not like Vibiane." Slowly, I feel Eliseus walks beside me. "I thought you were as easily scared as Vibiane is."

"Didn't you hear my exclamation earlier? I think that represented my fear quite well."

"Yes, it did—nonexistent."

Blinking my eyes at how hard it is to make her believe that I was really scared, I remember how expressionless I have become. I sometimes forget that, and still believe that I am as expressive as before.

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