I am the Demon King. I've lived for eight hundred years, conquered thirty-two planes, and left countless legends in human history.
Now I sit in an office cubicle, after an intern swiped the last packet of instant coffee.
“Your Majesty, you missed your KPI targets again this quarter.” HR is a smiling, scheming fox spirit, with trouble brewing right down to the tip of her tail.
Then one day, a group of people calling themselves “heroes” barged into the office.
“We're here to defeat the Demon King!” they shouted, brandishing holy swords.
I silently took out my employee badge. “Please make an appointment with reception. The Demon King is on leave today.”
Then I saw the intern slowly reveal an aura of the abyss purer than my own.
Theme: You're not just working a job. You're using eight hundred years of cultivation to keep yourself from destroying the world today.
