Isaac Leaning Tower has become another major tourist hotspot in the Demon Realm in recent years.

Why? Because atop this tower lies the residence of the Demon King—the deity revered by countless demon citizens.

At this very moment, standing on the pinnacle balcony—the capital’s best vantage point—with hands clasped behind his back, the youth’s identity was unmistakable. The sovereign ruler of the Demon Realm—the Demon King!

His waist-length silver hair fluttered in the wind. His handsome face was cold and aloof. His dark eyes held no joy or sorrow, yet radiated an irresistible allure. Though slender, his frame wasn’t frail.

Without that bone-chilling aura, many might mistake this young Demon King for a peerless beauty.

His gaze swept calmly over the ever-changing capital. The ceaseless tide of demon crowds marked the Demon Realm’s most prosperous era in nearly a millennium.

Cheers and celebratory songs echoed endlessly. The current Great Demon King’s prestige was utterly unmatched.

Yet such glorious achievements only earned him a heart-wrenching sigh.

“Wealth and honor aren’t my wish; fame is just a shackle… As the Demon King, I only wanted to be a lazy villain waiting to die. Why did it turn out like this?”

Tired of his past life’s goody-two-shoes self, ever since transmigrating here, he’d vowed to become a villain infamous for eternity. But… things always backfired by sheer accident. The Great Demon King was truly distressed!

I just wanted to establish authority in the villains’ haven—the Demon Realm. Why the hell did I unify it?

I only meant to fake effort, not actually succeed. How come every win happens to me?

And when I pick fights or cut lifelines—I’m not helping you! I just want to ruin my rep!

Seriously, being a true villain isn’t easy these days.

By the way, our Great Demon King is also a transmigrator riding the trend… though he’s extremely bitter about it.

“I was just researching at a new museum. No heartbreak, no job loss, no car crash—none of that crap. I took a bathroom break and got soul-transmigrated. Is this for real?!”

Well, those were his exact words, dripping with resentment.

The Demon King—Ink Ash—smoothed his wind-tousled hair with a lonely gesture. Gazing at the blood-red sky, he sadly voiced his wish:

“As a modern Demon King, we don’t need to be handsome or strong. But if we can’t even be evil, what face do we have to call ourselves Demon Kings?!”

“Reporting to Your Majesty! Here’s this year’s Top Ten Most Touching People ballot. Please review it!”

Just as Ink Ash’s voice faded, a toad attendant—barely three feet tall in rainbow armor—knelt on one knee and announced loudly.

Waving dismissively, Ink Ash’s face twisted in disdain.

“No, no. Why bother with this depressing trash? And—I’ve said it before: call me Great Demon King!”

“Sorry, it slipped out. Your Ma… Great Demon King!”

Quickly correcting himself, the toad attendant asked cautiously, “Shall I summarize it for you?”

Regarding this utterly biased selection, Ink Ash inquired flatly,

“What? Fifth place again? Or third? Those blind judges—I didn’t even bribe them. Why bother?”

“Neither.” Those three words instantly piqued the Great Demon King’s curiosity.

Turning with interest to the sincere-faced attendant, Ink Ash brimmed with anticipation.

“Oh? Not even top five? That’s great news… Could I be outside the top ten?”

“Congratulations, Great Demon King! You’ve topped the list!” The toad attendant declared proudly after a deep breath.

His lips twitched violently. Ink Ash doubted his ears. “Huh? What?”

“You’re number one.” The attendant repeated meticulously.

Pacing restlessly on the balcony, utterly baffled, Ink Ash grumbled resentfully,

“Damn it, no way! I’ve done so many heinous deeds to prove my evil. How am I still number one? Are there no good people left?”

“Your Majesty, calm down—”

Glaring coldly, Ink Ash snapped, “Shut up. Call me Great Demon King!”

“Yes, Great Demon King!”

“Hold on, Toad… You guys aren’t secretly paying people to do good deeds in my name, are you?”

After a moment’s troubled thought, finding no reason, Ink Ash shot him a suspicious look.

Kneeling hastily, the toad attendant trembled. “How dare I! No demon in the Demon Realm would act behind your back!”

“Then… did you bribe the voters?”

Spreading his tiny palms, the attendant’s face turned saintly. “Public vote. Impossible to bribe.”

“This is weird. Didn’t I kill that ‘strongest angel in a millennium,’ the ‘world’s most just Chief Justice,’ years ago?” Ink Ash muttered, recalling his reputation-ruining battle.

Wiping sweat from his brow, the toad attendant eyed his airheaded boss and slipped into nickname mode:

“Well… who knows how you bullied him? He snapped and used a dark art he’d secretly trained for centuries…”

“You became famous overnight. The angels’ prestige shattered—they still haven’t recovered.”

“Tch, how was I to know that old geezer was so fragile! I just poked his nether regions with a spear and asked personal questions. He went rabid, hell-bent on taking me down…” Ink Ash spread his hands helplessly, indignant.

Instantly discarding his “airhead” assumption, the toad attendant stared at this scheming Demon King and craved a career change.

“Boss, the Chief Justice’s impotence was an open secret.”

“Cough cough! Forget that. I severed the Central Empire’s dragon vein too. That can’t be a good deed, right?” Ink Ash coughed forcefully, changing the subject.

Backing to a safe distance, fearing his boss might kill him, the toad attendant hesitated:

“Actually, the empire’s tyranny had bred deep resentment… Boss, you just eradicated the root cause. Everyone rejoiced.”

“…”