Light Lordy 3 by Brent Tyman

I could offer of the vastness of space or what a spaceship was, to people who were only familiar with fantasy ideas. I doubted the concept of a TV or phone would go over well. “And Ant also knew about this ship, as well?” Lura asked, to which I nodded. “Anthony was the only other person I have met since coming here, that knew about the real world beyond this virtual world,” I explained again, “Other than me.” “That does sort of explain his… madness, I suppose,” Syndra said, her face troubled. “Who knew his distaste for this world was because it is fake—merely a simulation.” “Now just hold on a minute, you lecher!” the demon lord demanded, her eyes narrowing. “If nothing here is real, then do you mean that I, the almighty demon lord, is imprisoned in one of these pods, surrounded by some liquid that restores my real body, and forced to share a dream with these others?” “Uhh,” I started. “That’s … well … Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying.” “Hmmf,” the demon lord growled. “I want to dismiss these claims as nonsense, but… it rings true. Especially when the Lich King made similar pronouncements.” Was it because it was me that had told her, instead of Anthony— who really did have a convincing case of the crazies? I mean sure, I had a handsome face that probably looked mostly, well … trustworthy … but so did Anthony. Or had something else changed that let them accept my words so readily? My manga brain was surprised by the lack of resistance. No one was laughing at me … yet. Don’t