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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

267 – That Night

Ritor was laughing with his son in his hands. Occasionally the minotaur tickled the little demon.

Lana, sitting on the sofa knitting a baby hat, smiled. Such a sight would be expected for a human to do, but it was surreal for a ferocious minotaur like Ritor to do it.

"Hey, look, babe." The general pointed out Ethan Jr. dangling from his arm. "He already has incredible strength."

Lana stopped what she was doing, then put her chin on her palm and widened her smile. "He will be a great warrior like you."

Ritor was silent, looking at his son climbing his fur. "Should he become a warrior like me?"

The general's wife frowned, not expecting such an answer to come out of her husband's mouth. "You don't want him to become a warrior? Isn't that great? He can carry on your legacy."

"I don't know. Going to war is hard. The risk of losing one's life is very high. I certainly don't want to lose him. You are, too, right?"