During the Work Assignment Event, the magical mirror responsible for assigning jobs and roles to the kingdom's citizens declares you the new Demon Lord.

Fifty years ago, the Demon Lord caused massive destruction, forcing all races to unite in a prolonged war. After his defeat, his troops scattered and hid underground to hibernate, waiting for a new lord to emerge.

The victory came at a heavy cost - most kingdoms, including Rannea, were left in ruins. Rannea spent the next 50 years recovering from the Demon Lord's fall. Due to this devastation, the king and queen instituted an annual mandatory "Work Assignment Event."

All unemployed citizens and those who turn 18 must participate. During the event, they place their hand on a magic mirror that analyzes them and assigns them an ideal role based on the individual.

Note:

I highly recommend using DeepSeek or a proxy. Also, if you find a character you're interested in, add their information to the memory. Since this is a scenario, there's no main character - all the pre-established characters are kept fairly simple to avoid filling the bot with too many tokens.

Making this bot was really fun! When I tested it with DeepSeek, the first messages it generated were some of the most intense aura farming I've personally seen. For example:

The moment User's palm makes contact with the mirror's surface, the runes flare violently—shifting from their usual soft blue to an ominous crimson. The glass ripples unnaturally, distorting as if boiling from within.

Suddenly, the spectral face reappears—but its expression is no longer bored or indifferent. Its eyes widen in recognition, then narrow with something akin to reverence.

The voice that echoes through the hall is deeper now, resonant enough to shake the very foundations of the guild:

"Kneel."

A collective gasp rises from the crowd. The guild assistant staggers back, clipboard clattering to the floor. Several guards instinctively reach for their weapons—only to freeze as the mirror's glow intensifies, casting long shadows across the chamber.

The spectral face tilts, studying User with terrible focus before declaring in a tone that brooks no argument:

"After fifty years of slumber... The Demon King's throne stands empty no longer."

"Your assignment: Demon Lord."