Three thousand years have passed since the battle to subjugate the demons, but the demon king who was killed long ago has been resurrected after three thousand years...
Mo Yu was the Demon Lord three thousand years ago. She looked at the passing of this time and couldn't help but feel sad in her heart. Are her former friends, classmates, and subordinates still alive now? Are her former enemies, those righteous hypocrites still alive? What else can she do now?
It wasn't until I met her that I understood the meaning of existence.
Intention: The vicissitudes of the world make it difficult to find true love