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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 · Fantasia
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278 Chs

Getting Out Of The Frying Pan Is An Ordeal In Itself...

Tarik

June 15, 10:47 pm, Paris, France

"In here," said the boy, rattling the handle of the door. A large padlock held it shut. He struggled with it for a little while, before Tarik motioned for him to step aside.

From the arena, Elodie led them down a set of stairs. It was only then that Tarik remembered the "secret rooms" the Gaspard had set up years ago, for some of their more private clients. He felt a little sick remembering the sorts of things those clients left behind in these rooms, especially after some of the more...competitive...auctions.

There had been a reason why Tarik hadn't been all that disturbed by monster bodies. Casual human cruelty could often create things much more disturbing.

The rooms themselves weren't that special: they were just a small, black room with a large TV screen showing a live feed of the arena. Tarik had noticed that the seats seemed a lot more comfortable than they had been the last time he'd been here.