Wang Su was the God of Magic in another world, the ultimate workaholic. After dying, he transmigrated as the son of the empire's richest man, the younger brother of a favored consort, and the grandson of a great general. The perfect life. But he was tired and wanted to retire, relax, and do absolutely nothing! So the capital gained a famous wastrel: “My father and I have it all worked out. He makes the money, and I spend every last coin.” His disreputable friends saw him as a guiding light, while his father saw him as a spreading cancer cell in the family. Roasted the auspicious pheasant meant as an offering? “I helped it realize its full potential as a chicken and reach paradise sooner!” Snubbed by his princess fiancée? “Thank you, Princess, for refusing to marry me. May good people live in peace!” His father chased him through the streets with a gold-inlaid jade wolf-tooth club? “Dad, think bigger! I'm contributing to the prosperity of the empire's commerce!” Then one day, enemy troops massed at the border, and the sinister old emperor sent this “useless” man to the front lines. “Dear son-in-law, go play with them.” As everyone watched, expecting a joke, Wang Su sighed and snapped his fingers at the enemy's million-strong army. “Sigh, I was hoping to live among you as an ordinary person...”
“Fine, I'll come clean. I'm the God of Magic, and I'm invincible.”
