When L-li stumbled into the Obsidian Throne Room (he tripped on a rug), Malachar laughed.
“What… what are you?” Malachar whispered, stepping back.
L-li blinked. “So you’re saying evil spells don’t work on me?”
He had saved the world. Not by fighting. Not by growing stronger. But by being the one person in the universe whose existence made every superpower completely, utterly, hilariously useless. L-li Hoi 2 - The Demon Lord-s Power Sucks -V1.0...
Tagline: Summoned to another world. Destined to be a hero. Power? Absolutely useless. Chapter 1: The Prophecy of the Leaky Vessel The summoning circle flared with a blinding crimson light. King Aldric of Veridia dropped his scepter. The court mage, old Maven, choked on her own saliva.
“You burned three villages.”
It hit L-li in the chest.
And that was when Malachar realized the horror. It wasn’t that L-li was strong. It was that he —the Demon Lord—was weak. Every spell he cast, every curse he wove, every ancient rune of destruction… was being instantly nullified, absorbed, and converted into… nothing. The hero was a walking magical black hole of mediocrity. The final battle lasted twelve seconds.
“Your power sucks,” L-li repeated.
“A hero?” the Demon Lord boomed. “I have un-made dimensions! I have swallowed stars! Witness my ultimate technique: ” When L-li stumbled into the Obsidian Throne Room
The Demon Lord, reduced to throwing an actual rock, missed. L-li picked up a nearby candlestick (non-magical, brass) and walked forward.
L-li slurped a noodle. “Where’s the Wi-Fi?”
L-li looked out the window at the peaceful kingdom. The dragons were grounded. The necromancers’ skeletons had all collapsed. The ancient lich’s phylactery had turned into a regular, non-magical paperweight. “So you’re saying evil spells don’t work on me