L-li tapped the candlestick against the Demon Lord’s knee. Malachar, who had never felt physical pain in 2,000 years, yelped.
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. L-li Hoi 2 - The Demon Lord-s Power Sucks -V1.0...
“You know,” Malachar said, “I had legions. I had cosmic horror. Now I fold your laundry.” L-li tapped the candlestick against the Demon Lord’s knee
He fired a beam of concentrated annihilation—a torrent of black fire that had melted three previous heroes into jam. It wasn’t that L-li was strong
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.
Ten shadow tendrils wrapped around L-li and immediately went limp, like wet spaghetti.
“Ow! That’s actually sharp!”
