Realist Maou ni Yoru Seiiki Naki Isekai Kaikaku

Astaroth stirred to consciousness within the crumbling walls of an ancient fortress, now reborn as the Demon King. Drawing upon the knowledge of his previous existence, he resolved to govern his domain with ruthless pragmatism. When questioned about his tactics, his reasoning was coldly logical. “Why strike down fledgling Heroes at level one?” his subordinates asked. His response was simple yet calculated: “Eliminate threats before they grow. That isn’t cruelty—it’s strategy.” The once-ruined castle slowly transformed under his rule, each decision sharpened by his unyielding realism. He cared little for grandeur or empty displays of power; efficiency dictated every move. To outsiders, his methods seemed harsh, but to Astaroth, they were the only path to survival. His kingdom would thrive not through brute force alone, but through foresight and precision. The weak perished, the strong endured—such was the law of his reign. In this world of chaos, he wielded wisdom like a blade, cutting down uncertainty before it could take root. The legend of the realist Demon King had only just begun.