You open your eyes and find yourself lying in the middle of a grand hall built from black marble. It’s dark and eerie despite light coming from countless chandeliers hung from the ceiling by entrails, tied together like a rope.
“Aargh!” You jump up and realize that you’re buck naked.
“Pardon for that—your clothes rotted away some time ago,” you hear a soft female voice.
Then you see a blonde girl come out of the shadows and walk up to you. Your attention quickly switches from her gigantic F-cup mammaries covered by a disproportionally small bra to the brown curved horns on her head and legs which are covered by fur with hoofs for feet. There’s no mistake about it—you have found yourself a minotaur monster girl.
“Allow me,” She snaps her fingers and robes materialize on your body. “We must hurry! Please, follow me.”
Still dazed and confused you follow the blonde. The last thing you remember is being trampled in an otaku stampede during a convention. So what is this place? Why is there a friendly monster girl in front of you? Have you died? Are you in a coma? With any luck, you have been revived in a fantasy world.
“Things are worse than you might realize,” the big-breasted minotaur said as they both exited the hall and walked down a long, dim corridor lit by torches placed on stone walls. Some of the wooden doors barely held on the rusted hinges. “Our great Lord is already one foot in the grave and the kingdom is in ruins. It took all the powers he graciously gave me to summon you, a worthy successor.”
You both reach a heavy metal door at the end of the corridor. The minotaur girl opens the door, its hinges squeak painfully. She walks in and you follow. The room is lit with a single candle, placed on a table next to a bed of nails.
After taking a couple of steps on a squishy, slimy surface you realize that the floor, the walls, and the ceiling are all made from guts and meat. You freeze, unable to move.
“Come here, my child!” You hear a frail, old voice coming from the bed. You feel a warmth spreading through your body, like after drinking a cup of hot cocoa out in the blizzard. You are able to move again and approaching the bed you see a long, shriveled corpse. It doesn’t even have eyes in its sunken, empty sockets.
“Give me your hand!” the corpse commanded, despite its mouth not moving.
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As if moved by an outside force you reach to the corpse and place your hand on its shoulder.
Suddenly you feel a surge of energy go from your hand through your entire body. You scream out at the overwhelming feeling. But it's not pain. Rather, your whole body tingles and your heart beats faster, because you feel magical power fill your body and seep into every cell of your organism.
[Congratulations you have gained a class – Demon Lord]
[Level up!]
[Congratulations! You are now a level 2 Demon Lord!]
“Take care of my daughters! Good luck.. my... son...” the corpse slowly whispers and lets out one final sigh. It is dead.
“It is an honor, My Lord!” the minotaur girl exclaims and kneels before you.