God of a Speck of Dust

Yi Rukong woke up in a coffin, with no idea where he'd come from or where he was headed. All he knew was that the people of this world seemed to worship him as a god.

Fine, then. He'd be a god, a god with amnesia. But as soon as he turned around, someone was prostrating at his feet and calling him the Demon Lord.

Yi Rukong: ...So which is it, god or demon? Make up your mind!

He'd barely climbed out of the coffin when he stumbled upon scattered divine bones and artifacts. They came flying straight into his arms. He hadn't taken more than a few steps before he had divine weapons and his cultivation was skyrocketing. Then a parade of great and lesser demons showed up at his door. There was the strange snake demon Liu Yujing, with a tangled history of grudges with him, who was somehow also his number-one fan. Was the seemingly docile squirrel demon Qiaozhi hiding the most secretive of motives? And why was the stone monster he'd run into along the way chasing after him, calling him Demon Lord and Master?

Whatever. Meeting was fate. Whoever you are, you're all coming to work for me.

With his companions, each harboring their own agendas, Yi Rukong leveled up and fought monsters, reclaimed his divine bones, and occasionally sampled poisonous juices or wandered into illusory realms. Everything was going well until the Demon God returned to his rightful place and a cataclysm loomed.

Wait, wasn't he supposed to be an auspicious sign, a deity? Something seemed a little off.

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