I, the Demon King, have lived for eight hundred years, conquered thirty-two planes, and left countless legends in human history.
Now, I am sitting in the cubicle, and the last packet of instant coffee is snatched away by an intern.
"Lord Demon King, this quarter's KPI is not up to standard." HR is a smiling tiger fox demon with bad water coming out from the tip of its tail.
Until that day, a group of guys calling themselves "brave" broke into the company——
"We are here to defeat the Demon King!" They shouted, raising their holy swords.
I silently took out my work badge and said, "If you have anything to do, please make an appointment at the front desk. The Demon King is on vacation today."
Then I saw the intern slowly reveal an aura of the abyss that was purer than mine.
Intention: You are not working part-time, you are using your eight hundred years of cultivation to resist destroying the world today.