Transmigrating to another world, you're trapped in an attic and become a madman. Your only golden finger is just for sarcastic remarks. [Bad news: Your uncle is planning to make you disappear from the family tree with dignity.] [Good news: The beautiful widowed countess attending the banquet needs a new puppet husband to protect her territory.] So, Dashian becomes the contracted husband of this "internal and external troubled countess." [Bad news: From your cheap uncle to the surrounding hungry wolves, from the mole in the castle to the inquisitor of the church, everyone is lining up to make you and your new wife disappear.] [Good news: It seems that your shadow... can eat all their magic and holy light as a snack?] So, in order to be a good husband to this countess, the ordinary Dashian decides to start with the first thing: fill his stomach and become...
When the unpredictable Old Ones awakened, bringing their black mist and crimson moon, the world plunged into an eternal night of decadence. Less than 10% of humanity remained, huddled in the steam-belching Brass City. They exploited the Destiny Dimension to enter horrific dungeons and acquire extraordinary powers, yet they lingered on, on the brink of extinction. Then, the writer stepped forward. "Only the Old Ones can defeat the Old Ones!" Li En, a pink, oval-shaped cell cluster, consulted his diary, his two tiny tentacles alternating in front as he pondered deeply. "So, this is why I was summoned here?"
Dear Father Moran Anderson: Congratulations! Although you never smoked, you have been fortunate enough to be diagnosed with lung cancer at an age when your soul is still fresh. Unfortunately, your business of raising "Children of Hell" is not yet complete, and this Duke has been forced to invoke the "delayed death" clause. After all, these slippery little creatures are far less cuddly than they appear. Please ensure that they are regularly fed with delicious souls, whether human, demonic, or angelic. Don't forget to abide by the "Heaven-Hell Truce" and the "Exorcist Association Management Act." You wouldn't want Michael, Gabriel, and the others to know about our transaction, would you? If you have any further questions, you can consult this Duke directly in Hell. I look forward to the day when I can personally harvest your soul. ———Lucifer, the Arrogant Duke, you are trustworthy...
This story begins in 2013. Mobile internet was booming, and everything familiar was undergoing rapid change. New trends emerged, challenging the traditional values of an ancient nation. It was a year of turmoil and prosperity. Some said it was a time of declining moral principles and a decline in moral values, perhaps the worst of times. Others said it was a year of vibrant energy, simplified government, and clean laws, perhaps the best of times...