A chosen prodigy of an immortal sect? Reborn as a good-for-nothing and rising to the top? No. I, Lu Zhao, was demoted from the start and made chief of the most dilapidated Inspectorate in the wasteland.
In this godforsaken place, there are more demonic overlords than dogs, and bandits roam everywhere. I talk to them about the law, and they play dirty. So I have no choice but to charge them protection fees.
From then on, my jurisdiction has rules: murder and arson come with fixed prices; sect brawls require a deposit. I’m the court-appointed villain and the rules everyone in the demonic world tacitly accepts.
Then one day, an ancient demon tomb opens, and the young prodigies of both righteous and evil factions flood into this lawless land, thinking they can crush me like an ant.
They think I’m a spineless parasite who fears death.
But they don’t know that every coin I covet is capital for slaying gods.
As they kneel trembling before my throne, piled high with spirit stones, I slowly bare my fangs:
“Welcome to my territory. Now let’s settle up: the money you owe me for your lives.”
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