The neon lights of City A once edged Fu Mingye in gold. He was the unquestioned head of the Longhui Group and a crime boss who operated in the shadows of the law, able to stir up the city's undercurrents with a flick of his fingers. Until police sirens split the dead of night and the business empire he'd carefully built came crashing down. Standing atop a skyscraper, he looked at the splendor below, now reduced to ruins, and leaped, intending to end a life stained with blood.
But instead of plunging into death, he fell into a fate chosen by an evil god. When he opened his eyes again, he had become a "gift" in another world, dropped before a fallen and powerless demon lord girl. Once a royal who ruled over countless demons, she now had nothing but a crumbling castle and a handful of followers, her every breath carrying the fragility of a life battered by storms.
The evil god's whisper still lingered in his ear: "Serve her or replace her. Choose a path and let chaos sweep across this world."
Fu Mingye rubbed his knuckles, his eyes cold with the ruthlessness of a man who had weathered bloody battles. To him, loyalty had always been the cheapest bargaining chip, while betrayal was an instinct for survival. But seeing the stubbornness in the girl's eyes, something that did not belong to the weak, he suddenly thought this game of serving her might be more interesting than expected.
Would he become the power behind the throne, manipulating the demon lord girl like a puppet? Or simply overturn the board, step on her throne, and become the new master of darkness?
When the survival rules of a crime boss collide with the power vacuum surrounding a demon lord in another world, a game of schemes, desire, and the unknown has only just begun.
