I woke up as the infamous world-destroying Evil Venerable of a fantasy world. I had enemies everywhere, had lost all my cultivation, and was bound to a “Virtue Cultivation System.”
The System informed me: only by doing good deeds and building up merit could I regain my cultivation. If I did too much evil, I’d be reduced to ashes on the spot.
Just as my former subordinate, the Demon General, led tens of thousands of troops to my door for revenge, I whipped out a hoe and put on a benevolent smile. “It’s a misunderstanding, all of it.”
“Your venerable one is now just an ordinary village chief who wants to lead everyone to common prosperity.”
“We’ll grow spirit crops, build infrastructure, pave roads, open schools, and set up clinics... How about joining us, Demon General? Five kinds of insurance, a housing fund, and food and lodging included.”
