So what if it's the Primordial Era?
So what if it's the interstellar age?
Wherever the demon race goes, it can run wild without restraint.
"I only transmigrated! Did you really have to turn me into something neither human nor demon? Where's my golden finger? Where's my awesome System?"
"If you're not giving me an awesome System, then at least give me a mediocre one just for show! What, you won't even give me a downgraded knockoff? How stingy can you get? If I weren't such a good-tempered person, I wouldn't let this go..."
"Allow me to introduce myself..."
"My motto is just eight words: If you can settle it with your fists, don't waste your breath!"
"I'm pretty easygoing too. I've only got one flaw: I hate being stared at. When someone looks at me, I can't help asking, 'What are you looking at?'"
"Of course, I love it when they answer, 'I'm looking at you, so what?'"
"It's not that I like hearing it, but I like what happens next even more..."
As for what happens next...
"All I can say is this: If you're an iron plate, I don't mind smashing right through you. If I'm the iron plate, I don't mind leaving you with a bloody head!"
"Oh, right. One last thing: Don't mess with my daughter..."
A friendly reminder: Treasure your life, and stay away from spoiled brats...
