I was originally an evil cultivator who could be punished by everyone in the world of cultivation. Once I died, I opened my eyes and became a declining noble in the Western magic world.
They thought that I was gentle and humble and the last hope for revitalizing the family.
Little did he know that the soul-eating secret technique I practiced had quietly transformed into a forbidden technique that swallowed magic power.
My pet is not a light elf, but an undead bone dragon in disguise.
The king made me a duke, the princess fell in love with me, and the wizard president regarded me as his heir.
Looking at these idiots who offered their power and sincerity, I stroked the bone dragon in my sleeve and chuckled.
"When I finish devouring the source of magic power accumulated by the royal family for thousands of years..."
"That's when this hypocritical world crawls at my feet."
