Marvel: How Did I Become the King of the Underworld?

Many years later...

Dylan, the emperor of the underworld, feared by all and influential in both the criminal world and the legitimate world, could only spread his hands and sigh in frustration at the cop standing before him, legs trembling and face pleading for mercy. “I really just want to be a law-abiding citizen!”

Back when I first transmigrated here, I only wanted to be a regular office worker and live an ordinary life. Nothing wrong with that, right?

But I was undocumented, and that cop was cracking down hard. I had no choice but to look for work through the black market. That makes sense, right?

Unfortunately, those bastards wouldn’t talk things out, so I beat them up and forced them to listen. That’s not unreasonable, is it? Look at my innocent face!

Later, they still wouldn’t let it go and dragged the underworld boss into it. I had no choice. For self-preservation, I had to take care of all the troublemakers around me. You can’t blame me for that, right?

And then...

Dylan was just as baffled. “How did I end up as the emperor of the underworld?”

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.