My name is Shen Mo, and I’m the most successful restaurant owner in the capital.
Everyone knows that a seat at my Yun Rui Hao is worth a fortune. Princes, nobles, generals, and ministers are regulars, while the powerful and influential treat me as an honored guest.
What they don’t know is this:
Every delicacy I serve nourishes the nine-level underground mausoleum of the Abyssal King.
Every deal I make lays the groundwork for a nightmare network that will shroud the world.
Three years ago, I transmigrated here with the [Abyssal Dominion System].
The System’s first quest was to open a restaurant.
Its second was to summon my first “employee.”
These days, I have quite a few “employees”:
A Thousand-Throated Enchantress, disguised as a courtesan, pours wine for the chancellor’s son.
A Mind-Listening Demon, disguised as a storyteller, spreads the rumors I’ve written in teahouses.
In a pawnshop run by a Profit-Seeking Demon, officials from every corner of the court pawn their “luck” and “lifespans.”
And the case files on the massacre in a distant border town lie quietly in a hidden compartment in my study. It was just a little “taste test” by the new Plague Knight.
The world is growing unsettled.
Temples are crowded with worshippers, eminent monks descend the mountains to exorcise demons, and tales of reclusive sword immortals abound.
They joined forces and laid a net across the land, finally unmasking the “mastermind” behind it all
Then, at the banquet where I was entertaining the six ministers, they knelt before me and reported:
“Master, the actors are in place. The audience is trembling.”
“When does the show end?”
I swirled the wine, where a blood moon shimmered in the glass.
“Why the hurry?”
“The guests’ fear is the finest wine of all.”
New book is on the shelves 😘