L-li Hoi 2 - The Demon Lord-s Power Sucks -v1.0... -

Author’s Note: This piece is a satirical take on isekai and power fantasy tropes. L-li Hoi’s “power” is essentially a hard counter to magical systems—a reminder that sometimes, the most dangerous ability is making everyone else’s ability irrelevant.

He fired a beam of concentrated annihilation—a torrent of black fire that had melted three previous heroes into jam.

“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.

L-li scratched his head. “The court mage says I have a condition. Something about ‘passive aura of magical entropy.’ Basically, your power sucks.” L-li Hoi 2 - The Demon Lord-s Power Sucks -V1.0...

The Demon Lord, now wearing an anti-magic collar, was assigned as his royal butler. Malachar polished L-li’s sneakers with a grumble.

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.

“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. Author’s Note: This piece is a satirical take

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.

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.

The prophecy was clear: When the Demon Lord rises again, a soul of pure will shall descend from the sky, wielding the power of the Void. “They slide right off,” she confirmed

“Because it’s true.”

“What… what are you?” Malachar whispered, stepping back.

Malachar, desperate, swung his legendary greatsword . L-li didn’t dodge. The sword phased through his shoulder like smoke.

“You keep saying that.”