The Lazy God Uses Sarcasm to Lead a Rebellion to Victory

I, Yun Sheng, was a modern college student who’d given up on life. After the King of Hell mistakenly took my soul, he dumped me in the mountains and made me their ruler.

Animals prostrate themselves whenever they see me, and my Spirit Spring Space even came with a luxurious villa model. The King of Hell said I could use it by smashing it on the ground.

I’d planned to pick mushrooms and enjoy a quiet retirement, but instead I ran into a group of people covered in blood.

The general at their head looked at me with eyes as cold as ice-forged knives. “Who are you?”

I hugged my herb basket close. “Just picking mushrooms. It’s going to rain, so you should hurry down the mountain.”

Their pupils collectively dilated in shock. “You read the heavens? You must be a hidden master!”

Later, I scared off enemy troops while wearing a face mask and made their commander swoon from the aroma of my hot pot.

During a stormy night, the general was badly wounded. I stamped my foot in fury. “Damn heavens! If it keeps raining, my hot pot base will get damp!”

As soon as the words left my mouth, the clouds parted and the fog dispersed. The three armies knelt and cried, “The Goddess has shown her power!”

At the new emperor’s enthronement ceremony, he grabbed me as I tried to sneak away. “Imperial Preceptor, I’ll give you half the realm.”

I hugged the Spirit Spring watermelon in my arms. “...Could you pay me in cash?”