Trade Expert in the Demon Realm

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After An Ran slapped her boss while standing up for what was right and angrily quit, she somehow ended up joining a mysterious organization that must not be named.

The organization's headquarters is in a psychiatric hospital. Its employees have an anime-inspired style, and it handles affairs in the demon realm. Yes, that demon realm: vampires are permanent residents, fire demons brawl on the regular, and the Seven Deadly Sins are a point of pride.

Every one of her coworkers is an expert at beating up demons. In this new era, the current Demon King is too lazy to have any grand ambition of conquering the world, so they need An Ran, with her background in economics and trade, to give the demon realm a more civilized kind of material "beating."

An Ran, who only recently graduated: ?

An inexperienced trade specialist grits her teeth and bluffs her way through it.

An inconspicuous Venus flytrap unexpectedly becomes a favorite of high-ranking demons. It's so sought after that she manages to swindle plenty of good stuff from them.

The little handheld fan she carries around is mistaken for a high-grade magical artifact, and she trades it to the demon realm for several tons of worthless colored stones.

An Ran gazes at the glittering gems before her. They're top quality, natural, and untreated. Thank you, that's several hundred million in pure profit.

With her imagination unleashed, An the Swindler gets more and more carried away with her sales pitches. Not only does she make a fortune, she also trades for plenty of strategic resources and promotes deep exchanges between the two realms.

Meanwhile, more and more demons gather around her. The wise and valiant blood skeleton pledges its loyalty, the mining-savvy goblins bring her treasures, and there are succubi, demon wolves, trolls...

The Demon King snoozes away, while An Ran, a human, gradually becomes a beloved figure among the demons.

PS: This story is entirely fictional!!!

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Back When I Worshipped Gulala, God of Darkness

Cecily transmigrates into a world that worships the God of Light with fanatical devotion. Her beautiful black hair and black eyes, once her pride, become proof of her depravity, and the stake awaits as her final destination in this world.

Cecily: ...I'm a good, upstanding citizen, okay?

But no one believes a child of darkness with black hair and black eyes.

In a dark, damp dungeon, she endures vermin crawling over her, the stench of rot, the screams of her fellow condemned, and the pyre that awaits her.

"Actually, I worship Gulala, God of Darkness," she tells the followers of the dark gods.

Which dark god Gulala is supposed to be remains to be seen. But their circumstances are bleak: hunger and pain are constant companions, the Light Church's pursuit hangs over them like a sword, the land is barren, the conditions are harsh, and even death becomes a holiday worth celebrating.

Cecily grumbles as she rolls up her sleeves. Some time later, green wheat sprouts from the cursed earth, square, orderly towers rise in the City of Darkness, iron boxes race back and forth, and long steel tubes roar with flame.

A gun in my right hand, a stalk of wheat in my left. I'm the witch you can't kill.

Meanwhile...

The elders of the City of Darkness: Prosperity, democracy, civility, and harmony; freedom, equality, justice, and the rule of law.

Black magic apprentices: Fifty-six faiths, fifty-six flowers~

The future dark mage, still in basic training: The king covers the tiger!

When Cecily first transmigrated, all she wanted was to survive. She never imagined that one day she would become the youngest elder in the City of Darkness, the continent's number-one alchemy master, and the person admired by the Holy Son of Light.

Cecily: ...What was that last part?

As a Holy Son, Anteleir holds two firsts: the first Holy Son to have transferred from the ranks of the holy knights, and the first to curse out the God of Light during his induction ceremony.

Of course, only he knows about the second first. To the outside world, Anseil is still the same radiant and noble Holy Son.

The gods never existed in the first place. Human desire is endless, even within the supposedly most sacred Light Church. He finds it all terribly boring.

That is, until he meets Cecily, an elder of the City of Black Magic who is called a genius despite not knowing a single spell.

Wherever she is, the air smells sweeter and the moon looks a little rounder.

Cecily: ...

Keep running your mouth and I'll blow you up with a bomb!

Theme: See the world from another angle.