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TRDLoL: Ch.1: This Isn’t My Bedroom?
🕑 Added 2025-02-16 20:52:36 +0000 UTCChase lay in his bed, his body finally at ease after enduring the longest work week of his life. Despite being a graduate of MIT, he found himself toiling away in a warehouse job. As he drifted off to sleep, the daunting words of his boss echoed in his mind - the warehouse operated under a strict zero-tolerance policy, and failure to meet an unspecified quota would result in immediate termination. The uncertainty of not knowing what was expected of him loomed over him, adding to the weight of his already heavy workload.
As he reclines in bed at the end of a hard day's work, nothing else seems to matter. The sensation is akin to lying on a fluffy, billowy cloud, enveloped in the gentle yet reassuring embrace of the bed. Every part of his body is cradled and fully supported, providing a sense of pure comfort and relaxation.
'Damn... Who knew being worked to death made my bed feel so good? I wonder if there's a way for me to replicate this without working myself so hard.'
As he lay on his back, he began to roll over onto his side. Just before his forehead met the mattress, an unfamiliar object jutting out from his head made contact with the surface, causing Chase's neck to bend in an awkward and uncomfortable manner.
'Huh? Did Gerry prank me again?... That asshole is always gluing something on my head when I'm passed the fuck out... What did he do to me this time?'
As he pondered the situation, he raised his hand to his forehead and felt a hard, pointy object. To his surprise, there weren't just one, but two of these protrusions emerging from Chase's forehead.
'What the...'
Chase's eyes flew open, and he immediately realized he wasn't in his own bedroom. The room was shrouded in darkness, illuminated only by the eerie purple flames of the burning candles. As he looked around, he noticed that he was reclining on an enormous bed adorned with luxurious black and purple silk sheets.
'What the hell? Gerry has never gone this far with any of his pranks before... Where am I?'
Chase struggled to piece together his last memory before succumbing to exhaustion on his bed. His mind was clouded, and he could only recall the overwhelming sense of illness that had washed over him after a grueling 16-hour workday. Returning home, he collapsed into bed without a second thought. That was the extent of his recollection.
'Did I pass out from working so much? No, wait, did someone kidnap me?! And what the hell are these things on my forehead??'
Chase grimaced as he attempted to remove the protrusions from his forehead, but a searing pain shot through him, preventing any further attempts. Each one seemed firmly rooted to his skin, resisting all his efforts to dislodge them.
"Gahh... What the hell are these things."
As he struggled to remove the sharp objects for about a minute, he suddenly became aware of a change in his voice. It had taken on a huskier, more intimidating quality.
"Fuck it! There has to be a mirror around here or something."
Chase angrily tossed aside the luxurious black and purple silk sheets and leaped out of the bed. On the wall stood a foreboding full-length mirror, its dark frame exuding an eerie presence. With a sense of dread, Chase approached the mirror, desperate to uncover the mysterious objects that seemed to be haunting his thoughts. And when he looked at his reflection in the mirror. He saw that the man in the mirror was not him. He had a pair of horns on his forehead. White skin, a lean muscular body, and a huge cock dangling between his legs.
"What the fuck! What the hell is going on?!... I-Is that my body?"
Chase found himself bewildered, desperately trying to piece together what had transpired. Suddenly, a peculiar voice resonated in his mind, catching him off guard.
<Soul integration complete. Now commencing: Chaotic Evil Realignment.>
"What the fuck?"
Chase stood there, utterly bewildered. The situation was completely beyond his comprehension, and the enigmatic robotic voice only served to further compound his confusion.
'What happened to me?! Is this some fucked up nightmare? Did I have a mental breakdown from working too hard and imagining all this shit?'
Before he could come to any conclusion, a sharp, ringing pain came from his mind. It almost sounded like Tinnitus. But it didn't sound like a ringing. It sounded like someone was talking, a bunch of voices talking all at once. And as this noise assaulted his mind, images of bloodshed, violence, and rape started flooding into his mind.
"AH! FUCK! OFF!" Chase yelled as he winced in pain.
The incessant ringing seemed like it would never cease until a strange, jarring noise cut through the air. It was as if there had been a glitch in the system, causing the equivalent of a computer's blue screen of death. This sudden disturbance halted the onslaught of disturbing sounds and images that had been attempting to invade Chase's mind.
<Realignment failed. Calibrating Alignment. Please wait...>
'What the hell?... Am I still dreaming? This has to be a stress dream, right?'
Chase desperately hoped that what he was experiencing was just a nightmare. However, the return of the robotic voice sent shivers down his spine, intensifying his unease.
<Forced Realignment Unsuccessful: The Demon Lord of Lust's new soul can't be aligned as Chaotic Evil. Recalibrating to the Lawful Evil Alignment.>
After that, a strange, sickening feeling came over him. It was like something evil was trying to flow inside him, trying to corrupt his very being. But again, the sound of a blue screen error occurred, stopping whatever this thing was trying to do.
<Realignment Failed: The Demon Lord of Lust's new soul can't be erased or corrupted. Free Will has taken precedence. All Realignment Calibrations have failed. New User is starting with an untaintable soul and is free of system parameters... Good luck. You are the new Demon Lord of Lust. May your influence corrupt the world.>
Chase stood there in utter disbelief, feeling completely bewildered and disoriented. Nothing seemed to add up, leaving his mind devoid of any coherent thoughts and rendering him speechless.
<Welcome to the world of Asmodai. You have been selected as the new Demon Lord of Lust; congratulations, for you have been chosen. For you are special. Conquer the world and become the Demon King. Good luck!>
"Wait! What the hell are you talking about?! Where the hell is Asmodai? What's going on? And who are you!!"
Chase yelled out in the empty void. Looking like a crazy person.
He stood there waiting for something to happen. And waited for another ten minutes. But nothing happened.
"Hello!! Is anyone there?"
Chase's frustration grew as he struggled to comprehend the situation. Desperate to make sense of it all, he made a concerted effort to remember every detail of the voice's message.
'So that stupid voice said I'm the Demon Lord of Lust? What the fuck does that even mean?... Do I get experience points for having sex or something? And I have to conquer the world? Fuck that! I need to find a way back to my body and stop this sick joke!'
He remembered his college days when a few of his roommates were really into playing Dungeons & Dragons (DnD). There were also other tabletop games that had a similar fantasy theme on their covers, but he couldn't recall the names of those games at the moment. The alignment stuff was ringing a bell.
He was interested in joining the activity, but unfortunately, there were two individuals in his circle of friends who consistently behaved in a disruptive and offensive manner. They derived pleasure from tormenting others, creating a negative atmosphere for everyone except themselves. Faced with this unacceptable behavior, he chose to disengage from the activity after only a few sessions. His preference for playing with virtuous characters was at odds with his friends' tendency to adopt malicious and disruptive roles, resulting in a less-than-enjoyable experience for the entire group.
'If I'm a Demon Lord, does that mean I have to go out and slaughter people and destroy their cities and towns?'
Chase didn't think he was capable of such things. That is when he remembered the voice that failed to make him evil.
'I'm glad I'm not evil, and fuck that voice for trying to make me evil! Because there's no need to conquer the world or do evil shit just because... I'm not going to go around slaughtering innocent people or rape their women.'
Chase was nodding his head as he came to his conclusion.
"Yeah, I'm just going to chill. I don't even have any powers or anything. I'm not even sure what the Demon Lord of Lust does. Besides doing the obvious sex-related things. Which I might do if it's mutual." Chase happily decreed to himself. If he couldn't find a way back to his body. He was going to live a simple life as best as he could.
But then Chase recalled the other objective, which was becoming the Demon King. This bothered him.
'Wait. If the voice said I need to become the next Demon King, then that must mean there are other Demon Lords... Fuck! That means the other Demon Lords have to do something to become the Demon King!... All the fiction that I've read always had the other demon lords trying to kill each other or make them bend to the stronger one's will.'
Chase was panicking at the thought of being killed. But he calmed himself down after doing some breathing exercises.
"Okay! Okay... So I just need to be strong enough so the other Demon Lords can't touch me. Then, I can live a simple life with little worry... Yeah, that's all I need to do. But how do I get stronger?"
Chase asked himself as he thought about what he had to do. He was racking his brain on how to find the information he needed.
In the fantasy novels he read, the characters often experienced transmigration to another world. During this process, the main character typically receives thoughts from the body they inhabit. However, Chase did not undergo this experience, as the strange voice failed to influence him towards evil.
'Of all the times to not get any knowledge of how this world works. Fuck me and fuck that stupid system voice thing...'
Chase thought as he was frustrated with his situation. He felt hopeless as he stood there naked. He then decided to look around the room to see if there was anything useful.
Chase went to the large wardrobe and opened it. It was mostly empty, with one set of clothes and a robe hanging in it. He picked out a black silk robe and looked at it. He put it on, and it fit him perfectly in his upper half. But the lower half barely hid his manhood.
'Well, at least I'm not naked. I wonder if there's anything else in this room.' Chase thought to himself as he closed the door to the wardrobe.
He looked around some more and barely noticed a desk in the corner of the dark room. He went over and checked it out.
Once, he was five feet away from the desk. Four sets of candles lit up out of nowhere.
"Whoa! Huh? Do these candles have a magic sensor or something? This shit is getting weirder by the second."
The room was dimly lit by deep purple candles, each adorned with intricate symbols carved into the wax.
Chase scanned the desk and spotted a peculiar leather-bound book adorned with intricate dark metalwork that seemed to form the shape of a mask on the cover. It was secured with a lock, adding an air of mystery to the already enigmatic tome.
'I'm guessing the key is around here somewhere.'
He looked under the desk, under the bed, and everywhere else. But I couldn't find it.
"Haah... Maybe I can pry it open. It doesn't look too sturdy," Chase said as he walked towards the desk. When his fingers made contact with the book's cover, the eyes on the mask lit up with a purple flame, and the lock opened.
'Holy shit! This is really a fantasy world, isn't it? Man, I'm not sure if I can get used to this.'
He grabbed the leather-bound book and sat down on the chair. When he did, the purple candlelight got brighter.
'What the fuck? Why are the candles reacting like this? Wait, do they react to the Demon Lord's power?'
Chase gazed at the ancient tome resting on the weathered oak table, its pages illuminated by the flickering candlelight. He contemplated reaching for one of the candles, curious about their enchanting glow, but decided against it, knowing he had more pressing matters to attend to.
Chase returned to the book and eagerly flipped through its pages, only to discover that every single page was completely blank, except for the first page. To his surprise, the letters on that page were written in a language that he couldn't recognize, yet he found himself able to understand the mysterious text.
'It looks like some type of ancient language. Or maybe the demon lord's language? Man, if learning a second language was this easy back on Earth I would have crushed my Spanish classes. Or maybe I would have gone after a different language? Like, Japanese? German? Maybe Polish... Yeah, it would have been fun to learn Polish,' Chase thought with a smile.
"Let's see here... To whomever the new Lord is, may you write down your name to claim ownership over this grimoire..."
Chase looked puzzled. He wasn't sure if he should do it, but after thinking about it, it didn't seem too bad of an idea.
"Hmm... It doesn't seem like it's harmful, and I'm sure the other demon lords might have this thing as well. I just hope it's not a trap or something similar... Whatever, I might as well write my name in here... But I don't know where a pen or pencil would be—AH! Where the hell did that come from!?" Chase was startled to see a floating quill pen in front of his face.
'I really need to get used to this weird ass magical shit. Or I'm going to die from a heart attack. Wait... can demons get heart attacks? Gah! Focus Chase! There's a time and place to get answers for miscellaneous crap later!'
Chase was weary of the quill that was hovering in front of him. But soon, he summoned his resolve and grabbed the pen. Chase looked down at the first page, and he started writing his name.
"My name is Chase. Chase Saunders."
Chase watched as the ink slowly disappeared into the page before the book closed on its own and started to float as the eyes glowed.
"Whoa, boy!" yelped Chase as he stood up and took a step back.
The book trembled in Chase's hands as the radiant glow grew stronger. Suddenly, a vibrant purple light burst forth from the pages, creating a swirling magic circle right before Chase's eyes. The light and the intricate circle then spiraled back into the book, and as quickly as it had appeared, the brilliant glow faded away.
"I have a master again. This is the Demon Lord's Grimoire." A feminine voice called out.
"What the fuck?!" exclaimed Chase as he looked around.
"I'm here, Master."
Chase looked in front of him and saw the book floating in front of him.
"Umm? H-Hi."
"It is nice to meet you, Master. I am the Demon Lord's Grimoire. You can call me Eve. And I'm at your service."
At first, Chase was unsure of how to react, but it dawned on him that this was a golden opportunity to gain a deeper understanding of the world around him.
"Uhh, Eve. Do you know how I was brought to this world?"
"During the millennia, Asmodai has been fought over by the Gods and Demons. After countless battles, the Gods were beaten back, and the other races only survived thanks to the greed and selfishness of the Seven Demon Lords, who wished to become the one ruler of all. So, instead of conquering the last bastion of light. They battle themselves to become the one and only ruler of Asmodai. And this gave the Gods enough time to create a Champion to save their precious creations. In the end, the hero was able to destroy the Demon Lords one by one before the Demon King could be born." Eve said as she floated there.
Chase felt a lump form in his throat as fear dried out his mouth, making it difficult to speak the next question.
"A-And how does a Demon King get born?"
"By devouring the souls of all the Demon Lords, master," Eve said.
Chase fell into a sudden silence, his thoughts whirling with a deluge of information.
"In the last cycle, the Demon Lord of War claimed four of the Seven Lords before falling to the Hero and restarting the cycle. Now you, Master, have become the new Demon Lord of Lust, and now the cycle has begun again."
"Fuck..." Chase uttered under his breath.
"Yes, fuck, indeed. The world will be covered in an orgy, the likes of which the world has never seen before. As you become the Demon King to end the cycle once and for all." Eve said in a lusty voice.
"Hey! Hey... What if I want to live a life of peace and happiness? I don't have to become the Demon King, right?"
The book hovered in stillness, almost as though it were unable to comprehend the intentions of its owner.
"I mean, I'm sure we can find a way, right? As long as I'm not a Demon Lord. The other Demon Lords shouldn't be interested in me, right?"
The book shifted slightly as if it were a perplexed dog, attempting to comprehend its owner's commands.
"Are you sure you are the Demon Lord of Lust? Your thoughts don't reflect someone who desires to fuck, breed, and corrupt the whole world's inhabitance. You only have an above-average desire to procreate... Strange?"
"Hey! I don't mind having a girlfriend or two. But I don't want to do the whole fucking and killing the world shit."
"Well, the cycle will continue until the next Demon Lord takes the title of Demon King and conquers Asmodai."
"Haah... So the only way for me to have peace is if I die or become the Demon King... And I would rather not die... God dammit." Chase just shook his head as he knew that things weren't going to be easy.
The Grimoire flew towards him in the blink of an eye before stopping an inch away from his nose.
"Umm? Eve? What are you doing?"
"I'm scanning your soul, master. It appears you were originally a Human from another world. That explains why your thoughts differ from the other Demon Lords I've served. And it seems your alignment can't be changed. This is... fascinating!"
With that, the Grimoire was buzzing all around Chase, stopping for a second before taking off to look at another spot.
"Master, the Dark God must have been bored or something. Your soul is completely untainted by sin and chaos. It is like a blank canvas. You can literally do anything you want and still maintain your current state of mind. If I had to put it into perspective, it's like you have free will. It's a bit of a problem, though. You are a Demon Lord, so your alignment is supposed to be Chaotic Evil. But that didn't happen. I can't come up with any reason why that is... But It is quite fascinating." Eve said as she zipped to one spot and then went to another.
"Yeah, you mentioned that already. But I don't think it's a big deal. As long as I don't turn into an evil person, then I'll be happy. But the important thing is how I get stronger so I can protect myself from the other Demon Lords. Is there a training program or something?"
"Hmm, well, don't forget about the Hero..." Eve added.
"Crap! You're right... But maybe I can reason with them. But I should also try to become strong enough to protect myself from them."
"Understood, master... Usually, you would get stronger by making a contract with an untainted soul and corrupting it with lust. Like raping—"
"NO! None of that! And don't tell me that having sex with virgins will give me bonus experience or something like that. That's so fucking cliché."
"Well, it does give you a bonus, but it's only worth it if they are younger than 13 years old."
Chase's eye was twitching with annoyance.
"I'm not doing that. There has to be a better way. And what happens to the virgin once they are corrupted?"
"They become succubi and incubi and are bound to the Demon Lord for all eternity. You're an odd one, Master. You don't want to take a virgin's innocence, corrupt them, and use them for the rest of their lives."
"Eve!... I'm not evil, and that's fucked up. Just because I'm a Demon Lord doesn't mean I'm a sick bastard who wants to rape people and corrupt them. Haah... This is going to be tougher than I thought."
Chase paused for a moment so he could think.
"Hey, Eve. What else can you do? Anything that can help me out?"
"Master, I can absorb all the information about the world, its history, magic, and so on. Though my information isn't unlimited, I'm sure I can help you grow stronger. Here, let me show you your skills."
Eve opened up and flipped through the pages until she found what she was looking for.
"Here is a list of your abilities. As the Demon Lord of Lust, you have access to the magic element of lust and darkness."
Chase also noticed some stats under his name as well.
<Chase Saunders Lv.1>
<Race: Greater Incubus>
<Class: Demon Lord of Lust>
< Strength: B >
< Defense: C >
< Dexterity: SS >
< Agility: S >
< Magic: SS+ >
< Intelligence: SS+ >
< Growth: S >
'I really wish I knew what my stats meant.' Chase thought as he continued down the list.
< Demon Lord of Lust: +10% boost in Strength and Stamina for all of your underlings>
< Demonic Eyes: You can see the hidden stats of other beings and see their Alignment, Level, and Health>
< Lust Magic: You can manipulate the libido of a target or yourself. Increase or decrease a person's sex drive and desire. They can also cast other lust magic spells. There is a greater chance of controlling a target if they are loveless.>
< Absorption: Able to absorb sexual fluids and convert them into stamina. The higher the sex drive of the being, the more energy is absorbed. Can absorb sexual fluids from all races and genders.>
< Devil's Luck: Increases chances of a beneficial random encounter.>
< Sense Danger: Enhanced danger sense. It gives the user enough time to react to the danger.>
< Succubus's Kiss: Kissing targets that are infatuated with the user will result in the target's energy and stamina being drained. The master can choose to deactivate it when kissing a target. Drain is based on the user's sex drive.>
"So it's basically a skill that drains people of their energy when I kiss them or drink their fluids. Hmm... Not that useful since I'm not trying to drain people." Chase said to himself as he continued down the list
< Corruption: Can turn a target into an Incubus or Succubus. The longer the target is exposed to the user's magic, the higher the chance of them becoming corrupted. The user can sense and control their corruption as they see fit.>
< Conception: Able to impregnate a target. The target will have an Incubus or Succubus child who will serve the Demon Lord for all of its days. There is a greater chance of conception if the target is ovulating.>
< Lustful Eye: Able to see a woman's greatest desire and/or fetish. There's a higher level of accuracy the closer the target is to the user. The user can see all the women's kinks, fetishes, and deepest desires.>
< Demonic Whisper: Able to whisper in a target's ear and control the target's actions. The closer the target is, the more influence the user has. The user can control the target's movements and actions, even making them kill themselves.>
Chase let out a weary sigh as he reached the end of the list detailing his impressive array of skills.
"Wow... So this is the power of a Demon Lord. My skills seem so strong... I think. I'm not sure how they'll work."
"You are superior in status effects magic, Master. If you had a normal target and used the Lust Magic spell, the target's sexual desires would increase and become more open. It will not control their thoughts. But if you target an innocent maiden who is not used to those types of feelings, their brain will go haywire."
Chase shook his head, "Virgins are overrated, Eve. It's just some bullshit excuse to make guys feel better about themselves for any lack of skill in the bedroom. Plus, it usually sucks for the woman’s first time. Give me a woman with experience any day."
"You're a peculiar Demon Lord, Master. Most would love the thought of corrupting the innocent and using them as toys."
"Not my thing, and that's gross. Turning them into an object just doesn't seem right to me. I don't need slaves, and I can seduce and woo a woman without having to resort to those kinds of tactics."
"So you prefer the challenge. Interesting. How many women have you seduced before? In your old world."
"Uhhh... Just three. The first one was a high school thing. Then I had a girlfriend in college, but Gerry fucked me over, thanks to his jealousy. And I got another girlfriend after I graduated, but work and Gerry got in the way... Fucking Gerry was always trying to steal my girlfriends... However, I guess they're not an issue anymore. Fucking douchebag..." Chase said sarcastically as he thought about Gerry and his ex-girlfriends.
"Oh? Would master like to destroy this, Garry?" Eve said in a teasing voice.
"No, I have other problems to deal with. Like how I'm stuck in another world with no idea how I will survive... Let's hope I don't end up dead after a day."
"I wouldn't worry, Master. With your abilities, you'll survive at least a week, so you have some time. You could easily conquer a village if you wanted to."
"I'm not going to be a conquistador, Eve. And—" Chase was interrupted by what felt like an earthquake.
"What the hell was that?!"
"The last Demon Lord has signed their Grimoire. It signals to the world that the cycle has started again."
"A signal!?" Chase yelled as the roof of the cave started to collapse, revealing a starry sky.
"What the hell is happening?!"
"The beacon shall be shot into the sky for all to see and know that the cycle has begun again. Now is your time to begin, Master. Show the world your strength."
As Chase gazed up at the velvety, star-studded night sky, a brilliant red light suddenly flashed across the darkness. Six other lights also appeared, emanating from different directions: north, south, east, west, northeast, and northwest.
'Fuck! This is so not good!'
Chase hurried to the wardrobe, his footsteps echoing in the room, and swiftly selected a set of clothes suitable for outdoors.
He was dressed in a fantasy-inspired outfit that included black pants, a crisp white shirt, a stylish black vest, a vibrant red necktie, and a long, flowing red jacket. Additionally, he discovered a cloak with a hood to complete the ensemble.
"Hey, Eve! Is there a way to hide this?" Chase asked as he pointed to the horns on his head.
"That is a skill you haven't unlocked yet. Master. It is called 'Hide Presence'."
"Of fucking course," Chase muttered under his breath. "Do you have a map of the area?"
"Only of the land mass, Master. It's been a thousand years since I was last active. A lot of the countries could have changed during that time."
"It's better than nothing. Let's get out of here before someone finds us. I'm not ready for any kind of fighting yet."
