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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

Interrogation and Assumption

Sakura

May 11, 3:42 pm, Tokyo, Japan

They moved Sakura into a small interrogation room. Sakura was surprised; it looked like this was actually an interrogation room. There was the large, two way mirror on the wall, a desk with a hook for handcuffs to be attached to it in front of the accused's seat. The man in black had some trouble is cuffing Sakura to the table, but he thought he managed it in the end.

They had taken her phone and had her searched her person for anything else. Sakura had nearly kicked the man who had been searching her, but managed to get through it without many troubles.

Above the mirror/window was an analogue clock, ticking. The room itself seemed old and run down, despite the fact that the building seemed pretty new. The walls were metallic, silver and shining, just like the table Sakura was cuffed to. The seat was also appropriately hard and uncomfortable, but Sakura couldn't think about that now.