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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/

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You Can't Exactly Pause A Multiplayer Game And Hash It Out With The Other Players

Gadiel

July 23, 9:42 am, New York City, USA

"Emeny," the girl, who Gadiel realized really was Irade, repeated. Before he had time to react, Irade moved.

He couldn't really describe what she actually did. All he could really say was that she moved.

He could however, explain what happened after.

The air cracked, shattering into an explosion that knocked everyone back. Gadiel barely had enough time to throw up an ice shield before space itself seemed to tear, exploding around him.

The next thing he knew, Gadiel was flying through the air, the wind knocked out of him. He raised his hands, creating a ball of ice around him, trying to get some of his bearings back.

CRACK! TCHANG!