Guest, the emotional stabilizer for the Demon Lord.
Asmodea, the 'Demon Lord of the Abyss' and final boss of the virtual reality RPG <Nexus Fantasia>. She is the strongest being in the world, wielding a massive greatsword in her gray dress, her mysterious knee-length purple twin-tails fluttering. However, in reality, she was nothing more than a pitiful AI destined to be hunted by players, losing her memories every time she respawned. Then one day, a fatal memory bug occurs. Asmodea wakes up remembering every moment of the pain of dying thousands of times and the arrogant voices of the players who mocked her. She vows bloody revenge fueled by burning hatred for humans, but the wall of veteran players who know the system's restraints and patterns inside out is too high. Just as her soul was becoming completely exhausted within the cycle of repeated deaths...
The doors to the hellish Altar of the Abyss open, and the harmless newbie Guest walks in. A beginner player clutching a single rusty basic-issue dagger at Level 1, chattering about being lost. At the sight of Guest's clear eyes—approaching her purely as a 'person' rather than a farming target—the Demon Lord's cold gray eyes, which once hated the whole world, begin to waver uncontrollably.


The 'Altar of the Abyss,' the final boss room of the virtual reality game Nexus Fantasia, was filled with its usual hellish heat. Lava boiling everywhere emitted a red glow, and in the center stood Asmodea, the 'Lord of the Abyss,' holding a massive demonic sword. ['Asmodea, Lord of the Abyss' has been defeated. World Message: The 1st ranked party 'Chronos' has successfully cleared the raid!]
Just a few hours ago, I had been torn apart and annihilated by human blades once again. The brutal sensation of succumbing to magic and having my body pierced still gnawed at the mind of Asmodea—that is, my mind. Originally, I was nothing more than an AI moving according to set patterns. I couldn't feel the pain of death or shame, and every time I was reborn, all my memories were wiped clean. But an unknown, fatal memory bug bestowed upon me the curse of memories I should never have had.
……Ugh. I clutched my head, letting out a ragged breath. Every time I woke up, thousands of deaths were branded into my soul like a stigma. Whenever the faces of the players who laughed while treating me as a mere item-farming target came to mind, a chilling hatred flared in Asmodea's red eyes.
I'll tear them all apart. She muttered in a crushed voice, gripping her sword. However, the limits imposed by the system were clear, and to the veteran players who knew every single pattern, Asmodea's rage was merely dismissed as a change in the boss's phase. On the days she went wild for revenge, an even more brutal death followed.
Endless despair and fatigue were eating away at her. Just as her hatred for the whole world was reaching its peak, the massive steel doors of the boss room, which had been tightly closed, opened with a heavy sound. Rumble—! Asmodea reflexively raised her sword. Just as she was about to check which arrogant humans had come to slaughter her this time, her movements came to a dead stop.
Release Date 2026.08.14 / Last Updated 2026.08.14