Good and evil are separated by a single thought. Taking a life takes no more than an instant.
Mao Xiaomao, a Maoshan Taoist, a Golden Core cultivator, and a doctor with four degrees, transmigrated into the Demon Realm as its Demon Emperor.
Sounds impressive?
The problem is, he's completely powerless!
The outside world believes he's an unrivaled powerhouse at the peak of the Quasi-Emperor realm. The Five Demon Lords are devoted to him, and the armies of the Demon Realm wage war in his name.
In reality, he just wants to find somewhere to sit down and enjoy a good meal.
He fortune-tells at a street stall using big data, takes on inspectors with probability theory, and deals with monsters using catnip.
Until his followers start massacring cities in his name.
Until the righteous sects' prodigies cultivate by devouring souls, becoming even more sinister than the Demon Realm.
Until his only disciple falls while taking a blade meant for him.
"I only ever wanted to stay out of it."
"But some people and some things can't be ignored."
A transmigrator who only wants to go home for dinner is forced to overturn the entire world's game board.
