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I'M The Hero But The Demon Lord'S Also Me

The Hero's Party Betrayed Me, So I Became a Dungeon Master

--WSA 2025 ENTRY-- Cale was the Hero. The savior of nations, the one destined to triumph over evil. With a party of trusted allies, he defeated the Demon King, he stood at the pinnacle of fame and glory. But when the time came to share the spoils of victory, he learned a cruel truth: His so-called allies, Aelira the gentle healer, Rhogar the steadfast tank, Jorin the playful rogue, and Velena the wise mage, were anything but. "You’re a relic of the past, Cale," they sneered. "We don’t need a Hero in this new world." Betrayed, seen as a dispensable tool. He found himself being pulled into a swirling void, and plummeted into darkness. But fate had other plans. Cale awakened to an ancient power deep within the Abyss: the Dungeon Master System. It whispered promises of revenge, survival, and power unlike anything he’d known before. "Become the hunter, not the hunted. Build a dungeon. Grow stronger. Conquer those who betrayed you." And so began Cale's transformation. From the ashes of betrayal, he emerged no longer just a Hero, but a Dungeon Master, a being capable of building monstrous lairs, commanding terrifying creatures, and a potential to create even worlds, he had the power to devour anyone foolish enough to challenge him. But this new change is unforgiving, and Cale is now a player in a larger, deadlier game, one with ancient factions, and secrets powerful enough to shake the foundations of reality itself. When the hunters become the hunted, when mortals seek to challenge monsters, who will prevail? The Hero is dead. The Dungeon Master rises.
MonarchOfInk · 5.4K Views

The Saint Likes Me, But I’m Screwed… [Rewrite]

A/N: I don't do a lot of hand-holding, so you have to figure out the subtle and not-so-subtle stuff. Good luck. One early spring day, Alum and his classmates fell victim to a spatial quake—descending to Lethren—the strongest line of defense. The students gained magical abilities—not to be heroes, but just because it was expected. Even with the supernatural, Alum seemed aloof but more mellow—his world hadn’t changed, but the same couldn’t be said for those around him. However… that changed—he fell in love with a Saint at first sight. Saint Amethely, despite being new to the role, is loved by everyone. She is sweet, caring, and elegant but has to carry the grand legacy of her Grandmother, the previous Saint. Despite that, she was still a shy girl, slightly clumsy, with no romance experience. But only a few knew of her awkward side. So how could he make an elegant Imperial Saint fall for him…? He, who in this world was but a nobody? There were a few options—become recognizable. Except… the shy girl Amethely had already fallen in love at first sight—Alum being the culprit. An aloof youth whose world changed and an elegant Imperial Saint, how would their love blossom? But… change was never easy for someone like him. Whichever world—his was never kind. Even in this beautiful and vibrant world—incredible magic beasts and abominations were cruel and unyielding. Schedule: weekend or either Mon/Wed
Seseal · 113.1K Views

Under the Demon's Onyx Shadow: Why Are Demon Lords Obsessed With Me?

Update: Mon, Wed, and Fri [Very Mature and Explicit Content] Amongst the battlefield of death and destruction, a lone warrior, her body ravaged by bone charring burns. Spirits of the recently dead drifted aimlessly, and hungry Burburus devoured both souls and body, sparing only the living and strong-willed. Yet, she found herself fixated on the Demon Lord, Ose, and the fact she is convinced he is in love with her. ... A vile smell rose from the brimstone red of blood and entrails that spilled from allies, foes, and those that were supposed to be protected. Hundreds of bodies blanketed the landscape of debris that was once a great city, wails and cries of the dying were heard over the strong winds, their hands wet as they tried to hold their own life in their wounds. If only she had more training to assist with their injuries, in the knighthood she was groomed for solely combat. The spirits of the recently dead roamed aimlessly, not yet aware they were dead and that they would meet true nonexistence if they were not to seek shelter from the real horror to come. A sense in Yin energy was coming from the vast distance, but she was distracted by the smell and sight of a battle that was truly ungodly; fitting for battles between there armies led by Demons. Above, she could see the sunlight having its own battle with thick clouds that were a profane-black with only a little light caressing her skin, deep as rich earth. The lack of sunlight only made her colder, and fortunately for her more impassive to her surroundings, or that could also be because of the fact that a large part of her body weren't charred until her bones were blackened. Her skin was covered in the soot of the nerves and flesh of her right arm, shoulder, and parts of her torso that were completely disintegrated. "Dammit, Ose," she thought bitterly, her frustration boiling within with each sharp breathe in her chest. "If it wasn't for your ridiculous obsession with me, I wouldn't be here--suffering in hell and then some." Ever since he first laid his eyes on her, she was convinced the Demon Lord had secretly fallen in love with her. The threaded sigil of his eyes that seemed to hold the magic of the aurora lights remained visible on the back of her uniform, though her body was barely there. In the name of her tormentor, the 'Great' Demon Lord Ose, she walked towards the edge of the battlefield.
KerriahVoss · 18.6K Views
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