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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

Thoughts and Powers

Sakura

June 14, 4:00 pm, Tokyo, Japan

Something wasn't right.

Sakura grabbed onto Ayai as she staggered, her knees suddenly weak. Ayai squawked, the sound stabbing Sakura through the ear.

The world seemed weirdly out of focus. She could see everything clearly, but it didn't seem clear. Her head hurt. Her legs felt weak. Her hands were shaky.

"Sakura, what's wrong?" Ayai whispered, pulling her up. She looked around to see if anyone was looking at them weirdly.

Sakura's head was swimming. It was difficult to think properly; to make the thoughts line up in a way that made sense. She could do it, she knew she could, but it was harder than it should be. There was just so much to focus on. So many thoughts. So many things she needed to do. Her skin felt hot, the air felt electric.

"Need a minute," she muttered. "Brain...bad..."