After I raised the demonic brat I’d planted in the ground with my own hands, the little wolf started biting people.
In the divine realm, he tricked me into undergoing a tribulation in the Realm of Calamity.
In another world, he tricked me off a cliff, where I fell to my death.
After I was reborn, he tricked me back into the Calamity Realm again, right in the middle of the final succession battle!
Twice, I ended up in the body of a featherless chicken, only to stumble upon the body holding my remnant soul.
I unwittingly acquired a golden finger, a divine artifact, but it was a chronic dropout.
To avoid waiting a hundred years to die of old age, I set out on the path back to the divine realm.
I solved bizarre cases, battled bandits, punished scumbags, exposed scheming women, and fought for the throne.
The Underworld Judge even kept interrupting my progress to play matchmaker!
Just as I outsmarted the enemy army and was about to complete the third sacred trial, a thunderbolt struck!
I was sucked back into another world to find the remnant souls of two lost souls.
Well, turns out I’d only been unconscious in my past life. I hadn’t actually died…
You killed my dad, so I killed yours. That’s fair, right?
From then on, I picked up my identity as a demon again and fought the cultivators to the bitter end!
After I returned to the present world, all the memories in my mind suddenly came flooding back.
Turns out the divine realm wasn’t any easier to live in. Besides a painfully dramatic matchmaking party, I also had to fight for the position of Supreme Deity and match wits with two Divine Emperors and a Divine Sister.
That despicable Lord of Divine Precepts! Just because I accidentally ruined your winning streak, did you really have to curse all of us?
Who even remembers that my original character setting was simply to lie flat?
Theme: I love every protagonist in my stories, so I want to give them all a happy ending
