Oh No! How Are You Supposed to Play This Soul Land?

I’m a Demon God, and the moment I woke up, I took a “revenge job.”

The client was an old blacksmith Tang Hao had casually slapped to death. My payment: his body and his boundless resentment.

So I possessed his body, stole Tang San’s cheat, and refined Ah Yin into a demonic puppet.

Now I stand in the middle of the All-Continent Soul Master Tournament arena, an arm around Tang Hao’s shoulder, asking him warmly:

“Hao, your wife and son are now on opposite sides of the continent.”

“But only one of them can live, and you only get to choose once.”

“Guess which one you’ll save with all your might?”