[Misinterpretation trope + no System + clumsy fighting + lighthearted + a touch of cunning + absurd bungling thieves]
I transmigrated into the Netherworld Demon Venerable feared throughout the Three Realms: the Godslayer Night Owl.
They say I flay people alive, rip out their bones, wipe out entire sects, and commit every imaginable evil.
My Bloodshadow Guards are fiercely loyal, and my little fangirl Su Lian obeys my every command.
Only I know the truth: I’ve never even killed a chicken. All I want is to keep my head down and stay alive.
At the execution ground on Soulbreak Cliff, I struggled for ages before managing to blurt out, “I won’t kill you.”
The traitor immediately broke down and screamed, “You actually want to torment me slowly! I’d rather die than suffer this humiliation!”
Before he could finish speaking, he blew up his demonic core.
Me: ???
Raise a hand to explain = signal the execution
Wave a hand to say I feel sick = wipe out the whole family
Recite a silly poem = a world-shaking master plan
Casually block a blow = one palm shatters the cauldron, demonic art reaches perfection
Watching the fanatical adoration in my underlings’ eyes, I’m at a loss.
I only wanted to hide in the Demon Sect, eat my fill, and wait to die. How did a fluke turn me into the universally acknowledged Demon Venerable of All Ages?
Then I pulled the stolen Demon-Suppressing Orb from my robes. The destruction of the Xuantian Sect, Mo Chen’s defection, the original host’s sudden death: the plot behind all this seems far deeper than I thought...
