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

The Demon Lord, reduced to throwing an actual rock, missed. L-li picked up a nearby candlestick (non-magical, brass) and walked forward.

Twenty minutes later, L-li walked out of the Obsidian Fortress with the Demon Lord tied up with a curtain cord. Malachar was crying softly.

From the smoke emerged a teenager in a wrinkled hoodie and mismatched socks. His name was L-li Hoi. He was holding a half-eaten instant noodle cup.

“Wait,” Malachar said, raising a hand. “We can negotiate.” L-li Hoi 2 - The Demon Lord-s Power Sucks -V1.0...

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.

“You know,” Malachar said, “I had legions. I had cosmic horror. Now I fold your laundry.”

“You kidnapped the princess.”

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.

It hit L-li in the chest.

Malachar’s eye twitched. He tried again. A wave of psychic agony erupted. L-li yawned. The Demon Lord, reduced to throwing an actual rock, missed

Tagline: Summoned to another world. Destined to be a hero. Power? Absolutely useless. Chapter 1: The Prophecy of the Leaky Vessel The summoning circle flared with a blinding crimson light. King Aldric of Veridia dropped his scepter. The court mage, old Maven, choked on her own saliva.

L-li blinked. “So you’re saying evil spells don’t work on me?”

“You burned three villages.”