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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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Wings and Allegiance (End)

'As expected of a Demon King, he wants to milk everything out of the situation to the best he can,' I muse. 'I am sure he is going to ask something that is more ridiculous than what Haletha has offered.'

I bet Haletha's Guardians, and Haletha herself already know where the discussion is going. They have lived long enough to know what kind of individual a Demon King is, so they must have an inkling of what Ilschevar is going to say next.

"In other words, you want to be my Minister—my glorified slave?"

"... In a way, yes."

With a hesitant face, the Guardians turn their head to their Queen. Haletha ignored their questioning look, causing them to smile bitterly.

It is clear that they don't agree with their Queen's decision, but they seem to respect it well. They only sigh softly as they gaze at Ilschevar; none of them show any displeasure toward him.

'Beggars can't be choosers. They know this fact well, huh?' I remark inwardly.