As a Swordsmith, I Am Actually the Dungeon Devil

An inconspicuous blacksmith shop, a little-known figure, the identity behind it turned out to be the common monarch of nine legendary dungeons. What does it mean to live in a blacksmith shop of less than 200 square meters with a demon king who is eating and waiting for death, two demon dragons who have awakened from the ancient times, an elf wizard girl who has lived for five thousand years, and an intelligent AI maid from a future that transcends time? Why does the boss's bread machine look like the world-destroying mecha from the void invasion a hundred years ago? The sword hidden in the high cabinet exudes infinite sword power that surpasses the sword immortal? The weapon that was then created was a divine weapon that could split mountains and seas? What happened to this world? Sitting on the small bench in the blacksmith shop, Ye Che licked the mung bean ice cream on his lips and looked at the monsters and monsters in the room, lost in thought. Hiss, I obviously just want to lie down, why do I just lie down, the world is peaceful? Isn't my identity the Demon King? What does it mean to ask me to be the savior?