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World's First Demon Lord

[COMPLETED] "This world is truly...boring." The Mage King, overthrown and killed by his own people, escaped via one last spell. Reincarnated in the body of a weak baby, he sets off to conquer the world once more. Except somehow, he has been reincarnated into a completely different world. A world with no mages...aside from him. What is the point in ruling such a boring world? He might as well reincarnate again. Until the TV catches his eye, and he sees a certain animation from a far east Asian country... Maybe...maybe I can do something here. Maybe in this world without mages, a mage is what is needed to spice things up a little. Maybe this boring world needs...a Demon Lord to rule it from the shadows. If this world isn't interesting enough, then I'll force it to change with my own hands! "A Demon Lord needs henchmen, so I will create my own!" "I also Heroes to fight against, so let's make those as well!" "Hmmmm...I like System novels, let's give a Hero a Gamer system!" "I also like superheroes and romances, let's create some superheroes and make them fall in love!" "What's this? A thriller? Hmmm...maybe I can make something like this too..." Lots of LGBT issues in here. If you can't handle gay, this is probably not your story Cover was drawn by @yikes-psychic-pen, go check her out at https://yikes-psychic-pen.tumblr.com/

sinfuego · Fantasy
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278 Chs

Epilogue

I coughed up blood, making sure to get as much of it on her face as I could. I grinned as I watched my murderer wipe the red out of her eyes in disgust.

"I hope it stains," I croaked. "I hope you have to throw away that ridiculous fantasy getup."

She simply laughed, her eyes glinting with amusement. For some reason, I felt like this wasn't how it was supposed to go.

"The mind of a dead man is truly incomprehensible," she said mockingly, gripping her sword tighter.

"You'll find out what it's like eventually," I croaked. "Better to use my dying wish to make your life mildly more annoying."

My murderer simply laughed. I remember at some point thinking that the sound was pleasant, and if I were to be honest with myself...it really still was.

"Poor, poor Demon Lord," she cooed. "Having to rely on dying wishes to inflict pain on your enemies."