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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 · เกม
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275 Chs

156 – The Answer

The following day, I met Xenora, who was getting her turn guarding Velvet's cell.

"How is she?" I asked the succubus.

"She's been in that position since yesterday and only moved to eat or go to the bathroom," Xenora explained.

I looked at the prophet, who was kneeling against the stone wall with her back to us. There was an image of a winged circle symbol on the wall. It looks like she carved it using a sharp stone or something.

"What do you want, Velvet?" I called her. "Tell me. Your God won't grant it, but maybe I can."

The prophet did not answer. She still intertwined her fingers and lowered her head.

"Hey." I let out a bitter chuckle. "If I was really evil, I would have raped you. I might even have given you to my underlings as a toy. Oh great prophet, can you really not see what we are doing?"

That woman is still silent. Or rather, she continued to recite the prayers in a voice so low it was inaudible.