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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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Player Character Backstory

June 16, 4:40 am BT – 2:40am UT, Kashgar, China

Irade, Käwsär, and Black Wind walked through the city, the bright lights slowly disappearing for a more soft, suburban glow. There were still those checkpoints, checking ID's, but for some reason, as soon as their eyes just glazed over the trio.

"A simple trick," Black Wind snorted. "Humans are quite easy to trick."

Even so, walking through the city gave Irade a nostalgic sense of paranoia; a sense that no matter where she was, or what she was doing, she was being watched. She had forgotten, in all her time on the run, what it was like to be in a city, among people. Back in Beijing, Irade had constantly been on a low-level alert, her guard always up, in case someone wanted to report her for something innocuous. It was just a part of life for her; people called the cops on her for "looking poor" in a rich area.