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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

Pain and Memory

Sakura

June 29, 9:23 pm, London, England

The entire bar stood there, slack-jawed as they watched the entire Korean peninsula be destroyed. The entire bar was silent, not a single sound coming from any of the patrons, despite the premises being completely packed.

"I want the world to hand me Sakura Watanabe and Irade Momin," the Demon Lord growled. "One month. That's all you get."

The screen went black. A few seconds later, the soccer game came back on, but even they weren't playing anymore. All the players on screen stood in shock, same as the patrons in the bar.

"That's kinda f***ed," said one of the patrons. "Round on me, cause we're all dying in a month."

A chorus of "hear, hears" went around the bar, and slowly the people all shuffled towards the counter, waiting for their beers.