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The Demon King's Leisure

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The air in the obsidian throne room was heavy, not with dread, but with a suffocating, mind-numbing ennui. The Demon King leaned his cheek against a clawed hand, his eyes tracking the slow, rhythmic drip of lava from a ceiling sconce. It was the only thing that had changed in a century. According to the Great Prophecy—the one he had practically memorized out of desperate anticipation—a man capable of unmaking the very fabric of the world was meant to be born during his reign. A rival. A cataclysm. A reason to finally stand up. But a thousand years had crawled by, and the horizon remained stubbornly empty. No chosen one had stormed the gates; no world-breaker had risen from the dust. The prophecy wasn't a threat anymore—it was a cruel, lingering prank. The Demon King sighed, a sound like grinding stone, and wondered if even the apocalypse had decided he wasn't worth the effort. Then, he left his kingdom to find that man. Who is the man destined to destroy the world? A warrior? A scholar? Or someone entirely unexpected? Let’s find out!
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