(Personal creation, the protagonist is not a good person, written by a novice)
In the programmed hell written by the gods, the Demon King's Castle is a precision-operated meat grinder - the castle butler Shulot uses flesh and blood as paper and bones as pen to execute the "Code of the Abyss" engraved on the load-bearing muscles. Outside the city walls, the human kingdom reincarnates in ignorance: brave men drink from the holy spring, demon kings devour babies, and gods roll golden dice to harvest the crystallization of faith.
When Chen Si fell into the throne, the brains of the former devil were still stained on the lapel of his Armani suit. The capitalist from another world adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses with white gloves, and the mixed equations from "The Wealth of Nations" and "Principles of Black Magic" flowed on the lenses:
"Violence is crude leverage, faith is sustainable cash flow."
Looking through the knowledge left by the Demon King, he smiled and carved an oath: "The most different thing between me and this world is my vision. In a brand new Middle Ages, maybe I can become a finalist, so that every drop of blood can be transformed into compound interest on capital."
When the gods tear apart the ideals of the Finalists, greater ideas and crazier doctrines will eventually tear the gods apart.
