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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 · Fantasy
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278 Chs

Patch or Bug?

Irade

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Irade woke slowly to the sound of a familiar singing. She mumbled as she turned over on the soft mattress, curling up into a ball on top the silk sheets. A soft, but warm breeze passed over her, the sad voice singing in Uyghur, gently prodding at her consciousness.

I cannot leave your side,

Because our bond ties me here.*

Wait. Irade knew that voice. Blearily, she opened an eye.

Do not turn away from me,

What happened to our promise?*

Indeed, she was once again in that bed, in the middle of the desert. She pushed herself up, looking over at the rolling sand dunes, the breeze warming her cold bones.

In this world, there are only two who have loved so passionately; one is Mejnun, the other is you.

In this world, there are only two who have been loved so passionately; one is Leyli, the other is me.*