Every Big Shot in the World Holds a Grudge Against Me

The king of all demons, Sikong Que, failed his tribulation and was blasted to bits by nine bolts of heavenly lightning. When he woke again, he had been reborn a thousand years in the future as a low-ranking civil servant.

He worked in the logistics department of a special affairs office, an ordinary person with not a trace of spiritual energy.

The righteous youths he had once taken by force had long since grown into the director of the Special Administration Bureau, an S-rank ability user, the head of the Special Operations Department, a reclusive cultivation expert, and more...

Sikong Que: "..." Who? Who was so heartless as to bring him back to life? He was already dead. Couldn't they just let him stay dead?

During an off-site sweep, Sikong Que accidentally got caught up in a ghost domain. The domain's boss brought its monstrous face close and sniffed him hard, then grew increasingly confused. "Why do you have the king's aura?"

The big shots' gazes immediately shot toward him.

Sikong Que: "..."

Theme: A sense of responsibility