The Rise of the White Lotus - Chapter 585: Puppets are always puppets

The Demon King dies and the entire Demon Realm perishes in the prologue of “The Demon King is Dead,” and I have become the Demon Prince of that novel.

… Somebody save me.

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A middle class boy died a pathetic death after witnessing his best friend making out with the girl he liked. However what he thought was the end, was actually a begining of exciting life.

"Huh? Did I reincarnated?"

[ Ding. Lust system initiated.]

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1. This is my first time writing a novel, so don't get your hopes high. If you have some patience, you can read it and enjoy. if not then this is not for you.

2. From the title of the novel you already would have guessed that it will have many sexual adventures. So enjoy them.....

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Vance is a young man who worked hard to bring his Sword Mage to the top to become one of the best players in all of Alantina Online.

While trying to solo the final boss, Vance dies and wakes up not at a spawn point but in an old rustic room?

“Hmmm? Where is the logout button? No, wait! What happened to my level!?”

With no idea how things turned out the way they did.

Vance must start out from the beginning as the weakest NPC to find out why he was suddenly sucked into the game.

All while surviving in a game that has become more real than the real world itself.

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.