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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

What's The Best Way To Deal With Realizing You're The Cause Of Your Own Problems?

Tarik

July 21, 6:22pm, Buffalo, New York

The castle loomed over in the distance, inching closer. Tarik could almost convince himself it was just a mirage, a trick of the light, if it weren't for how much clearer and more defined it was getting with each passing hour.

"They said it was going right past us."

Tarik turned to see an older black man staring at the same floating castle, chewing on something as he sat in his wicker seat. He was a fixture here, in front of the liquor store that was built into the apartment building, always watching those who walked in and out.

This was the first time Tarik heard him speak. He put the plastic bags of groceries down for a moment, staring off at the castle once more.

The sky was clear today. There weren't many high rises in the city, the horizon clear from the streets, giving a perfect view of the slowly moving structure, floating past them.