My name is Jiujiu, and everyone in the Abyss Realm agrees I’m a good-for-nothing demon.
I can’t absorb magic energy, so all I do is pick up “trash.” Like chewing on fragments of ancient divine artifacts as if they were cookies.
My mom is the Abyssal Saintess. To protect me, she kicked me straight into the human world.
And I landed right on top of my human daddy, who was being hounded by debt collectors and was so broke he could hear the wind whistling through his pockets.
He thought he couldn’t afford to raise me. Little did he know, my talent is [Law Reconstruction].
A broken appliance? Give it a fix, and it’s worth twice as much!
A dying pet? Give it a pat, and it’s up and bouncing around!
A terminal illness afflicting a wealthy tycoon? One look, and I can tell its root cause is an Abyssal curse!
The enemies who once framed Daddy suddenly realize that the little tagalong by this down-and-out CEO’s side is the ultimate BOSS they can’t afford to mess with.
Meanwhile, my gentle and powerful mommy sends down her final test from beyond the boundaries between worlds: “Daddy, if you want to marry me, you’d better prepare a ten-billion-yuan bride price!”
Daddy looks at our shabby rental, then at me building a “nuclear fusion” model by hand as a toy. His gaze gradually hardens with resolve.
“Jiujiu, come on. Daddy’s taking you to earn that ten billion!”
