The Little Golden Dragon Was Reborn as Everyone's Least Favorite

Jian Jiarong is a little golden dragon, adored by everyone since birth. His greatest pleasure each day is eating, drinking, and collecting glittering treasures.

One day, he wakes from a nap in a cave full of glittering treasures and discovers that they have all vanished...

Not only that, but his mighty claws, beautiful wings, and glowing scales are all gone, too...

He has actually turned into an ugly, hairless monkey!

Jian Jiarong stares at his slender, pale fingers and can’t help but spit. How ugly!

Never mind. The important thing now is to find his glittering treasures.

But there are three major obstacles in his way.

Obstacle one: his biological father, who thinks he’s an embarrassment and a good-for-nothing.

Obstacle two: his biological older brother, who watches him like a hawk.

Obstacle three: his former online sweetheart, now a famous streamer, who has gone online to accuse him of being a disgusting stalker fan, making it incredibly hard for him to go anywhere.

Jian Jiarong doesn’t listen to a single word of their nonsense, but having bugs buzz in his ear all day is annoying, too.

Jian Jiarong sharpens his knife with a menacing grin. “Can I eat them all?”

Jian Jiarong’s extraordinary stone-carving skills win widespread praise.

Jian Jiarong’s response: “You hairless monkeys have never seen the world. What’s so amazing about scratching away at it with your claws and gnawing at it with your teeth? That’s all it takes.”

All the decorations in his old cave were carved out bit by bit with his claws.

The host holds a microphone up to Jian Jiarong. “These skills are incredibly hard to learn nowadays. Did you persevere because you dreamed of reviving this tradition?”

Jian Jiarong: “I heard the prize for first place on your show is gold, so that’s why I came.”

Jian Jiarong: “So where’s the gold? Hurry up and give it to me.”

Chi Fengxue is the next outstanding heir of a family of Celestial Masters (a gang of charlatans), hailed by a bunch of old frauds as their successor. His catchphrase is “Slay the evil dragon and save the world.”

Chi Fengxue has always looked down on the nonsense spouted by his family’s frauds, until he meets Jian Jiarong.

Strange things always happen around this guy.

Like lightning chasing people down to strike them, a tornado following one person around, and even clouds in the middle of a vast desert pursuing him to give him shade.

No one would believe it wasn’t CGI.

Just as Chi Fengxue recites the core socialist values in his head, Jian Jiarong transforms right in front of him into a... uh, eight-meter-long giant lizard?

Chi Fengxue: In this situation, should I call 110 or 120 first? Please answer quickly, this is urgent.

A hundred-year-old young dragon bottom who skirts the edge of the law and has no sense of human society’s rules.

A top who is a model of morality in the modern age, a professional occultist who never stops talking about science.

Coming soon: Can a Vengeful Ghost Also Run Into a Pervert?

Ye Qiu is dead, and his nemesis didn’t even look teary-eyed at his funeral.

His nemesis was always first in school, while he... was second.

His nemesis joined the same company on the same day, and he’s already a manager, while he... is still a lowly assistant.

Ye Qiu thought his death would make his nemesis happy. He should at least crack open a bottle of champagne and celebrate for three days and nights.

Ye Qiu figures he’ll visit Fang Wenze’s dreams every night, haunt him for at least a month, and give him nightmares every single day.

But when Ye Qiu reaches Fang Wenze’s home, his nemesis suddenly looks up, his gaze shooting straight at Ye Qiu’s ghostly form like a bolt of lightning.

! Ye Qiu jumps, nearly thinking his nemesis has spotted him.

The next moment, his nemesis reaches out and clamps a hand around Ye Qiu’s floating ankle like an iron vise.

Fang Wenze’s voice is hoarse. He hasn’t spoken in days, and his voice sounds faintly sinister.

He says, “Caught you.”

Later, Ye Qiu finds all sorts of junk in Fang Wenze’s room.

For instance, the scratch paper Ye Qiu used for calculations in school and tossed away, which Fang Wenze secretly picked up, smoothed out, and framed.

And the gel pens Ye Qiu could never find after signing things at the office. Fang Wenze has a whole bunch of them at home.

Ye Qiu: “...” What kind of pervert is this?

[In my heart, you’ll always be the irreplaceable number one.]

Coming soon: So You’re Stealing the King of Hell’s Job?

Ji Deng is a conscientious, never-takes-vacation-or-leaves-early, works-overtime-365-days-a-year... King of Hell.

His greatest ambition is to succeed in his career, or, to put it another way, to make the underworld thrive and run smoothly.

But now Ji Deng grips the underworld’s work report, his hands trembling and the vein in his temple throbbing as he glares at the shivering Black and White Impermanence and Ox-Head and Horse-Face below.

“Explain to me what it means that our performance has been zero for three months straight.”

“Where are the people? Where have all the people in the human world died off to? Huh?!”

“Look at the number of deaths in the living world, then look at the population of the underworld. We have more employees than there are ghosts coming down here to be reincarnated!”

The numbers of deaths and reincarnations hadn’t matched up for years, but Ji Deng had assumed too many wandering spirits were escaping.

Then, over the past couple of years, deaths skyrocketed, even approaching wartime figures, while the number of souls in the underworld kept shrinking.

Now there isn’t even a single soul left down there.

The underworld’s performance has been a big fat zero for three months running.

This is a disaster.

With a staff full of useless oddballs, Ji Deng sighs and decides to go to the living world himself to investigate.

Ji Deng, who hasn’t visited the human world in over a thousand years, is stunned by how quickly it has developed. The world is peaceful, the people live in comfort, and happiness levels are through the roof.

There seems to be nothing wrong, so... what’s with that death rate higher than during wartime?

Ji Deng spends a carefree month in the human world without finding any problems, but he can’t bear to go back in such disgrace.

If he goes back to the underworld like this, how is he any different from the useless lot he keeps complaining about?

To save face, Ji Deng stubbornly stays in the living world for another week.

Just as he is about to admit he’s useless and head back, he is suddenly pulled into a strange space.

While everyone around him screams in fear, Ji Deng slowly breaks into a smile.

So that’s where all his work has gone. It’s all here.

Newcomers have the highest death rate in this world. It loves to spring a jumpscare right in their faces.

As a result, the death rate among newcomers stays above 90 percent.

Ji Deng is the only newcomer in his group to come out completely unharmed, attracting the attention of all the major factions. Many people wonder what he does for a living to have such strong nerves.

Ji Deng’s response: “A jumpscare right in my face? I love it.”

Is there anything more fun than doing absolutely nothing while work comes running right into your arms?

Theme: Stay true to yourself.