[Everyone overinterprets everything + social-anxiety contrast + invincible protagonist + lighthearted world-building]
Reynold transmigrated into a Netherworld Demon King. He had just started to retreat to his bedroom when the “Forced Roleplaying System” bound itself to him.
If his socially anxious nature was exposed, he'd be punished with an electric shock to the soul. To stay alive, he had no choice but to pretend to be a cold-blooded, ruthless tyrant bent on destroying the world.
A million-strong holy army at his gates?
Reynold was too scared to speak. Annoyed by the opposing pope's chanting, he casually pulled out a rare Bluetooth speaker and played the Great Compassion Mantra.
The million-strong holy army: The Demon King can use Buddhist chants to corrupt the holy light! Run!
The Gluttonous Archduke refuses to pay taxes?
Reynold brought out a pot of potato stew with meat.
The Gluttonous Archduke took one bite and dropped to his knees. “My Dao heart is shattered! This is the true authority! I pledge my generations to your service!”
Just so he could play his games in peace, Reynold casually told the arcane mages, “Water flows downhill, and apples fall down.”
The mages of every realm went wild. “His words make it so! He's defined the fundamental laws of the universe!”
Years later, Reynold looked at a Netherworld with Wi-Fi, dragons addicted to pixel games, and heroes working in the Demon King's castle kitchen, and sighed helplessly.
“I really am just socially anxious. I'm not some supreme ruler of all the heavens and realms.”
The First Demon General nodded furiously. “Your subordinate understands! His Majesty the Demon King's meaning is that there's nothing left in all the realms worth conquering!”
Reynold: ...I'm tired. Just destroy the world already.
