How to Raise a Demon When You're the Strongest

★ I’m Lisha. After transmigrating to another world, I was captured and tortured. Though I was a demon, all my powers had been sealed away. I hate humans. Their greedy, deranged, filthy ugliness disgusts me. Every human soul is a rotting swamp, so revolting that I want to destroy the world. Then one day, a guy who called himself the strongest rescued me. He seemed a little different from the rest? I have to admit, though, that he truly had the most beautiful eyes and the most dazzling soul in the world, utterly unique and captivating as a glowing jewel. During the nine years I spent by his side, I learned a lot. I came to grudgingly accept that this world had a few endearing qualities, enough to put my plans to destroy it on hold for now. We tamed one another and kept each other company. At last, we made a pact: he promised to give me his soul after he died, to become a treasured item in my collection. At first, I wanted to find a chance to kill him, or steal his eyes. But little by little, I realized that those things only looked their most beautiful when they were part of him. Then I’d just let him keep them for me, and turn his entire self into mine. Easy! So I kept my promise and decided to protect him properly. Mother Goddess above! My older siblings never told me how difficult it would be to raise a human. I’d have to spend so much time and energy watching him, and deal with one unexpected potential problem after another. I comforted myself with the thought that, at least as the strongest, he wouldn’t be as fragile as other humans and drop dead at the slightest thing. To protect this human, I beat up the higher-ups, kicked curses, and gave Brain a good thrashing. I diligently helped him raise children, lined up for sweets every day, volunteered to do his missions, and let him tug on my tail as if I were a dog. He said I’d rank first among the “Top Ten Demons Who Move Humans,” and although I’m the only demon in this world, I think he’s right. However, one day I awakened a talent. Since it was rather unstable, I would often travel through time without even noticing. Because of that, Gojo Cat would get so angry he meowed and meowed. When I came back, he’d grab my horns and angrily bite my ears, then threaten to tie my tail around his waist in a knot that couldn’t be undone. I smacked him with my tail. As my pact partner, he naturally became my anchor. The pact took effect across every timeline, but luckily, he was still just as beautiful and dazzling in the other worlds. And so I met all kinds of him: Little Gojo, high school Gojo, Gojo who never went to school and became the head of the clan, Gojo locked in the cat box? And... Damn it, I worked so hard to raise this enormous Gojo kitty, so why is everyone in the timelines where I’m gone picking on him? I’m going to destroy the world. [Content warnings] 1. An utterly indulgent, brainless harem fantasy. The female lead has one-sided crushes pointed at her from every direction, and everyone is one of her wings. The romance officially starts once she comes around in the later timelines, after they converge. Before that, it’s all cuddling and clinginess. 2. Breaks up the canon romantic pairings; pure-love sandwich. 3. The worldbuilding has been heavily altered, and characters saved from death make a return. 4. The female lead is a nonhuman demon. Her sense of good and evil and her morals are weak, and her loyalties shift depending on WTW’s condition. ★ Check out my other original story in the works: [When Will My Master Finally Change Her Mind?] Female master and male disciple + chasing the wife to the crematorium Follow the author to get notified when it starts! ★ Synopsis: Jiang Qinglian, the senior disciple of Sword Pavilion, has always been steady and reliable. Within the sect, she manages all its affairs, cares for and protects her fellow disciples, and gives the inner and outer disciples equal, attentive instruction. Beyond its walls, she wields her gentleman’s sword, surpasses all kinds of geniuses, and has slain countless evil spirits. The Pavilion Master has already named her the next head of Sword Pavilion. The disciples all praise their senior sister as pure as snow on a heavenly mountain and bright as the moon among the clouds. But few know that she has fallen for the child she took in. Her disciple, however, is unruly and hates restrictions. He loves roaming the world, but has little patience for romance. When he grew a little older and she showed him the slightest affection, he avoided her as if she were a plague. ...Perhaps that was for the best. Jiang Qinglian buried her feelings deep in her heart, intending to let time wear them away. But during a sect mission, a red thread beneath the Lovesick Tree in a secret realm bound them tightly together, proclaiming them to be a fated couple, a bond rarely seen in a thousand years. To undo the red thread, they had to work together. Jiang Qinglian removed her half, but he was still too inexperienced to struggle free. With no other choice, the two became cultivation partners to escape the binding ★ In the fifth year of being cultivation partners with his master, Chi Yan finally completed his sword bones and successfully reached the Nascent Soul stage. He hurried to the Lovesick Tree in the secret realm and snapped the red thread. To him, his master was like a sister and a mother. She had raised him from childhood, and even their sword styles were nearly identical. Even if he truly did want to take a cultivation partner one day, it shouldn’t be his master. That would be utterly improper. She was so noble; how could he let her be criticized because of him... What Chi Yan did not know then was that by cutting the marriage thread, the two of them had severed every tender strand between lovers On the first day after ending their relationship as cultivation partners, his master stopped asking after his health and devoted herself to looking after a junior sister who had just joined Sword Pavilion. He tugged on her sleeve and begged for affection, but she turned around on instinct and cut off the corner of her robe, ordering him to keep his distance. One month after their breakup, Chi Yan heard that the young master of Guiyuan Sect had proposed to his master, and that her response was ambiguous. Ignoring his injuries, he left the battlefield against the demons and rushed back to Sword Pavilion, only to see the disappointment in his master’s eyes. She scolded him for thinking only of romance and failing to consider the bigger picture or protect the people and his fellow disciples. Three months after their breakup, Chi Yan searched through the tangled mass of marriage threads beneath the Lovesick Tree, crying as he looked for their red thread. But the elder guarding the tree told him that once a fated match was undone, there was no going back. His master had taken the red thread long ago and burned it to ashes. In her eyes, he was already no different from a stranger. One year after their breakup, Chi Yan knelt outside his master’s door and offered to become her cultivation furnace. If he could stay by her side and serve her, he would offer up his sword bones to help her cultivate. Yet his master still looked at him with the same clear, cool gaze. She closed the door and sighed. “You weren’t like this before.” That was right. He hadn’t been like this before. #The emotional boomerang finally came back and hit me# Theme: We saved and tamed each other