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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 · Fantasie
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278 Chs

Mini-Game

Irade

May 31 & 30, 12:03 am BT – 10:03 pm UT, A Valley in the Tian Shan Mountain Range, China

Käwsär glanced nervously at Irade, then looked back at the woman. As soon as the woman opened her freaky eyes, he wanted nothing more than to turn and run. He didn't care that he was going to die or whatever, he just wanted nothing to do with whoever this lady was.

But he didn't. Because Irade was here.

Irade was here, looking calm and collected, staring down this lady as if she wasn't afraid. But Käwsär wasn't the naïve boy he used to be when he met Irade. He knew that she wasn't perfect. He knew she got scared and worried and sad. He could tell from the way her brow slightly furrowed and her fingers slightly dug into the armrests of her chair that she was frightened and worried.

And yet, she was still here. She was still challenging this lady.

All for him.