The problem? The power of the Void, as L-li quickly discovered, was less about black holes and more about… lack . He could not generate mana. He could not lift a sword. His “Hero’s Mark” on his palm glowed a pathetic, flickering beige.
“What… what are you?” Malachar whispered, stepping back. L-li Hoi 2 - The Demon Lord-s Power Sucks -V1.0...
“They slide right off,” she confirmed. “But so do healing spells. And buffs. And warm baths.” The Demon Lord, Malachar the Inevitable , was a creature of pure ego. He had nine horns, a cloak made of solidified screams, and a dramatic monologue that lasted forty-five minutes. The problem
“Your power sucks,” L-li agreed. Back at the castle, the celebration was awkward. The bards didn’t know what song to write. The knights looked at their magical swords and sighed. He could not lift a sword
L-li became a reluctant hero. Not because he was brave, but because no one else could get within fifty feet of the Demon Lord without their spells exploding.
When L-li stumbled into the Obsidian Throne Room (he tripped on a rug), Malachar laughed.
L-li scratched his head. “The court mage says I have a condition. Something about ‘passive aura of magical entropy.’ Basically, your power sucks.”