Back Then, the Great Demon Lord Was Still a Pitiful Little Thing

Li Zhaochang had a dream. In it, his kingdom fell and the world plunged into chaos.

It was practically a wonderful dream. He and his father had spent years plotting a rebellion.

But... it seemed the rebellion had succeeded for someone else?

A breathtakingly beautiful merfolk appeared before him. Its coloring was gentle and alluring, yet its eyes held a chilling murderous intent.

The merfolk in his dream even captured him.

Oh no. This was a nightmare.

But when he woke up, he found the merfolk from his dream.

The merfolk who had wielded life and death in the dream was now in a pitiful state, covered in wounds. The moment they met, it fainted.

And collapsed right into his arms.

Li Zhaochang: “!?”

What else could he do? Of course he had to take the fish home.