The Demon King's Son Just Wants to Lie Flat

Transmigrated as the Demon King's 999th son, Yun Che looked at the list of brothers who had "died in accidents" every year and promptly decided to keep his head down and grow stronger. He had the Myriad Demons Mirror as a cheat, capable of analyzing and optimizing any demonic art. As long as he kept a low profile and didn't stir up trouble, living peacefully to a ripe old age was no dream.

That was until he met the old geezer Lance, who was always looking for ways to make trouble for him.

He couldn't beat him, and he couldn't escape him. Yun Che could only rant furiously in his head while growing stronger by leaps and bounds under the old man's devilish training, thrashing geniuses, face-slapping his brothers, and somehow getting dragged into the whirlpool of a struggle for the throne.

Then, during the final battle, the old man dropped his disguise and came striding through the void, his eyes filled with ten thousand years of solitude and unmatched authority.

Standing atop the myriad demons, he gave Yun Che a helpless smile:

"Silly son, had enough fun yet?"

"Your old man has been sick of being the Demon King for ages."

Yun Che looked at the Eternal Sovereign before him and crushed the melon seed shell in his hand. "...You bastard."

[Lighthearted] [Demon King] [Transmigrate] [Father and Son] [Nurturing]