I Became a Demon After the Founding of the Nation

Lian Dan's first eighteen years were wild and carefree. He spent his days running around town with a crowd of friends, eating, drinking, having fun, and getting into fights. He was determined to be the brightest star in the night sky and the handsomest monkey on the mountain. If nothing unexpected happened, he would coast through four years of college, then return home without a care in the world and live the life of an idle rich kid. The only truly strange thing was that, starting at the age of five, he often had the same dream. In it, he could fly and spray water, and a wave of his hand could summon rivers, lakes, and seas. As a result, whenever he watched Calabash Brothers, he felt especially close to the Fifth Brother, who could spit water. Then, on his eighteenth birthday, he learned that he belonged to the hidden great demon clan of the Fu Zhu. While all his friends happily chose their colleges, Lian Dan was caught completely off guard and bundled off to the highest-ranking school in the world: the Primordial Academy. The Primordial Academy, a renowned school in the demon realm, boasts a strong faculty, extensive teaching experience, and a comprehensive educational system. It offers students a range of paths, including further study and employment, and has cultivated countless pillars of society for this age of declining magic. Here, roommates are never full, teachers have only one eye, classmates from the Golden Crow clan set classrooms on fire on a regular basis, and classmates from the Suanyu clan cause trouble wherever they go. Every day, Lian Dan wondered: Did he really need this diploma? A notice was posted outside the cafeteria: "In light of the differences among our students, the school laboratory has developed special pills. Everyone who takes one will experience unexpected effects. Come and try them!" Lian Dan lost a bet, so he was forced to go tear down the notice in the middle of the night. He had barely lifted one corner when a shadow swooped down from behind and caught him red-handed. A voice ground out from above him, "Two hundred years. Where have you been?" Don't make stuff up. I'm only eighteen this year. (Blurb saved, though it may change when the book opens.) Theme: Study hard and make progress every day.