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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/

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Game Plan

Irade

May 14, 6:30 pm BT – 4:30 pm UT, Somewhere In The Tian Shan Mountain Range, China

The smell meat wafted through the dining room. Aside from the sounds of eating and slurping, there wasn't much noise.

The dining room was small, but cozy. It was actually the first room of the house, and the only room that had a window. There was a small, circular dining table that could squeeze about five people around it, with a colorful etles patterned tablecloth over it. A small, but powerful, yellow lightbulb lit everything from above.

The gray walls were decorated with pictures of nature, and a large, woven tapestry of Uyghur people singing and dancing hung from the wall near the door. Irade sat on the seat facing the door, and she found herself repeatedly looking over to it.