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Reincarnated in the Alternate World, I'm A Demonic Lord as Well as a Villager

Xia Mi found himself transported into a classic JRPG game, becoming a villager in a beginner's village. His biggest wish was to save money and marry a woman from a different race as his wife, live a peaceful and worry-free life, and eventually pass away peacefully. One day, the heroes defeated the Demon King. [Name: Xia Mi] [Profession: Villager] New addition: [Profession: Successor to the Demon King] "Quickly take action, Demon King! Kill all the heroes! Restore the glory of the demon race!" Wait, did something go wrong here? In the beginner's village, where Xia Mi spent his days farming and serving as a passer-by, he suddenly had an identity panel. But he was just a villager in the beginner's village! "Where is the Demon King? Where is the Demon King?" News of the Demon King's emergence spread across the continent, and every hero who came here to defeat the Demon King could see a constant stream of monsters in the beginner's village, but never caught sight of the Demon King. A villager from the beginner's village: Demon King? I'm just a villager. I have no idea what it is.

Bright Yet Dark Cloud Above The Sky · Urban
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40 Chs

White Hair, Young Girl, Past Events

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Redakteur: EndlessFantasy Translation

The white-haired girl sobbed uncontrollably in Xia Mi's embrace. Left with no other choice, Xia Mi could only watch helplessly as the once comfortable affection points from the golden-haired elf beside him plummeted from 50 to a mere 10.

Back to square one.

All the efforts of these past days were in vain!

Now, not only did he not understand how to raise the affection points of the elves, or why a grilled meat meal increased affection more than a battle, the reason for the decrease in affection remained a mystery as well.

Indeed, you are complex, flat-chested golden-haired elf.

With a quick sigh, Xia Mi gazed at the white-haired girl before him.

By now, the girl had stopped crying. She wiped away her tears with a dirty hand, slowly lifting her reddened, indigo eyes to meet Xia Mi's, seemingly waiting for him to speak.

What could Xia Mi say?