[Planning to write a million-word epic]
Ying Qi, an overworked wage slave, was working late when he transmigrated into the body of the Fourth Demon King.
A Demon King needs to accumulate fear to survive.
But when he looked back at what his predecessors had done...
The first enslaved the elves and humans.
The second slaughtered elves, humans, dwarves, and other races every now and then, keeping the entire continent in a constant state of terror.
The third treated every race, demons included, like crickets and ingredients, slicing them for sashimi, roasting them, and skewering them in every possible way.
Fear had already hit its limit.
The Throne fawned: My king! If you want to gather even more fear, you can only try a different approach. First force them... then force them again... and again... and finally tie everyone up and force them...
"Enough," said Ying Qi, who had grown up under the red flag. "I have my own pace and plan."
"Keep talking crap and I'll start talking crap too."
Many years later, a magnificent white city rose from barren, desolate land, stretching across half a continent. It was like a brilliant flower opening in the night.
Schools, restaurants, and a grand cathedral stood within its walls...
The Throne felt the steady stream of fear pouring in, yet sensed that something was off.
"What's off?" Ying Qi said with a smile, looking down proudly at his masterpiece.
The dwarves, famed for their strength but not their brains, were now forced to get up at six every morning and memorize complicated magical theories from the arcane world.
The elves, displaced and too frail to lift a finger, now swung giant ladles every day, wiping away their tears as they stirred pots bigger than themselves.
And the demons, who survived on negative emotions, spent every day mopping the enormous cathedral until their backs ached, all while people praised them. Then, after work, they still had to suffer their boss's unwanted advances.
A constant stream of fear and complaints surged in.
This was nothing less than a damned living hell!!!
The Throne understood. "You truly are the greatest king in history!!!"
The love interest is a demon. They're so exhausted every day they can barely straighten their backs, yet they still do their best to go at it (?). In short, one is willing to do it and the other is willing to take it.
Theme: I work hard on infrastructure development in another world
