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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

209 – A Truth

I raised my hand, signaling my guards to stop. Then, I walked up a hill. The higher I climbed, my ears could hear loud shouts.

I stopped at the top of that hill, watching Velvet practicing various thrusts with Nate's new sword. That thing reminds me of futuristic weapons in a science fiction film franchise. Instead of metal, the blade part of the sword was formed from something like condensed orange light. According to Nate, it was the heat from Velvet's dragon power. The former prophet controlled it with the help of that device.

Something extraordinary, indeed.

That woman kept moving her blade so intensely. There are no more beautiful motions like dance sequences as usual.

She did this more to vent her anger than to actually practice it.

"Heeaahh!!!" She jumped up with the last stab, then looked at me.

I give a smile. "Good afternoon, my love."

"My lord." She switched off her sword and bowed. Her breath was so heavy, and her sweat was dripping to the ground.