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Demon Lord Management Sim Game

Become a prophet? Recruiting the most outstanding individuals to eradicate demons? Leading the holy army in the extermination of evils? Or you can choose to become the demon lord instead. Create your own subordinates, even shape them according to your wishes. You can also build a dreaded kingdom of darkness and make an army of chaos. You have to pick one of those options in the VR game "Mistrea: A Fantasy Management Sim Game of Light and Dark." The second choice appeals to Ethan Alexander more. To be a good citizen in the real world, he had to follow the rules; why would he do so in a fantasy realm? Thus, in the world of magic and fantastic creatures, he was reborn as Vorn, the demon lord. But that doesn't mean he'll launch campaigns of heinous human slaughter right away. It would be no fun for him to rule over a ruined world. That means that those who worship him will be scarce. He wanted to be adored, hailed and regarded as equal to God by many people. He will keep using methods that are not constrained by any rules. The evil way, but not always violent, and more fun. --------- This story will have some steamy scenes, but those are not the main focus. Main protagonist's women won't get cucked by others. No yuri. I consider this novel a multiple protagonist story. So, there will be POV switches. There will be some dark jokes, so don't be surprised. For some character artworks visit my server: https://discord.gg/ABZFh6cBPM

Gaasuja · Game
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275 Chs

171 – The Speech

"Prophet Velvet will make the speech in the courtyard of the government building! Please come there!" A man in a blue and silver official Ascaind uniform was walking around the city, making announcements. He was escorted by several soldiers. "She will address last night's disaster and talk about the future of this country!"

The refugees gathered on the street exchanged glances. Some followed the official's words to go to the government building, some remained silent because they were injured or too tired, and some approached the country's officials. The soldiers immediately moved to block them from coming to the announcer.

"Is the prophet going to help us, Sir!?" one of the men asked frantically.

"Has she defeated that dragon!?" Another man joined in.

Meanwhile, a woman was crying. "Please, can I ask the prophet to help find my missing son?"