A comedy for laughs. No System, no cheat, just a decrepit old man who calls me useless every day.
I transmigrated as the supreme overlord of the demonic path, and was told from the start that I was impotent!
My only golden finger is the common sense I picked up in my previous life.
I discovered I was facing three desperate predicaments:
First, my cultivation technique could backfire at any moment, and if I didn't kill someone, my body would explode.
Second, all my subordinates were traitors at heart, every one of them wanting to turn me into a throne.
Third, the remnant soul of the original Demon Venerable lived in my sea of consciousness, calling me useless every day.
To stay alive, I had no choice but to put on a stern face and play the role of an unpredictable, peerless demon lord.
But why does my reputation grow louder the more I try to keep a low profile? Why do my enemies fear me more the harder I try to save my own skin?
When I accidentally unified demonic-path etiquette with a simple “Get lost” gesture, I knew things had gone completely wrong...
I really don't have a golden finger.
