(Urban thinking is a bit smart, not a harem, not systematic, not invincible, and it feels good to be weak to fellow fans)
After being pestered by evil spirits for half a year, I took the initiative to sign a contract of sale.
Became the only human being to sign a devil's contract in two hundred years.
He asked me to teach Elvish, and I changed the affirmations from the Satanic Scriptures into rhetorical questions.
The Holy Scriptures judged him to be unfaithful in his faith and swallowed up the evil spirit until no bones were left.
I took over as director and wanted to redeem the devil's contract.
The owner of the Moonlight Tavern in the underground city is asking for 400 billion gold coins per year!
Later I learned that the first six directors were either crazy or crazy, and I was the seventh.
But I don't care, the demon that could kill me is gone.
I am the only immortal human being...
There is plenty of time to build Bureau 407 into a cross-dimensional economic, political and cultural hub.
That's not a lot of debt...
I use gold coins to pay off debts, use rules to control gods, and use five insurances and one gold to recruit characters from different worlds.
I became a legendary civil servant who queued up to see me in the second dimension.
He has also become a plane dumper that the gods cry out for shipment!
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