The Good-for-Nothing Demon Lord Says Nothing, and Everyone Imagines I'm Invincible

Transmigrate into a book, fantasy, delusions-of-grandeur trope, strong heroine, trope subversion, lighthearted comedy

I woke up to find I'd transmigrated into the Blood Fiend Demon Venerable, with all my cultivation gone and both the righteous and demonic factions surrounding me!

At the start, with my situation already hellish, I awakened the [Heavenly Dao Delusion Rule]. As long as others imagined all kinds of things about me, I could gain invincible power to crush them!

A demonic mole tried to assassinate me in secret. I stumbled and fell in fright, and the righteous path's greatest prodigy recoiled in terror. “This is the lost divine art, Shrinking the Earth to an Inch! The Demon Venerable is terrifying indeed!”

At the Myriad Treasures Assembly, I nervously tossed out a piece of scrap metal. The whole hall instantly erupted with world-ending thunder and fire, and countless powerful figures fell to their knees in terror. “A casual strike from the Demon Venerable can actually tear apart the void of the Heavenly Dao!”

As I watched a million-strong alliance of righteous and demonic forces approach the city, I helplessly took out an embroidery needle and summoned heavenly lightning, instantly turning their commander to charcoal.

Those who bullied and humiliated me in my past life will pay a hundredfold, struck by a hundred thousand bolts of heavenly lightning!

“Stop imagining things! I really just want to be a straight woman who lazes around and waits to die!”