The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

At the entrance of the Parliament Building, Karisman cradled a wooden box full of documents, looking dejected as if life had just given him a hard kick.

One hour ago, his life had been smooth sailing, stable and steady. Although he was just an inconspicuous little employee, he at least had access to the real high-ups, listening to the conversations of those parliamentarians and bureaucrats every day, which made him feel like he was the master of this Hell.

Such days should have continued until he was scolded by his boss for stepping into a door with his left foot first. Then his boss brought up old accounts from a month ago, penalizing him by sending him to transcribe records at a suburban funeral home by hand, not allowing him to return until completed.

Undoubtedly, this was blatant bullying.

However, even if he filed a complaint, no one paid attention.

Recently, the Demon City has been rather restless. Everyone becomes particularly cautious during such times, not doing things if they can avoid it and refraining from offending anyone if possible.

Karisman actually understood that the ferocious Horror Demon wasn't nitpicking because he stepped through the door with the wrong foot. It was due to an old report over two months ago.

At the time, he got a surge of impulse and revealed everything he knew to the Enchanting Demon reporter named Isabelle, leading to a description like "a certain unnamed Dream Demon public servant" appearing in the newspaper. Although it wasn't his real name, it was virtually the same.

The Dragon family wouldn't bother with a small fry like him, and even the recently ousted Logistics Department Deputy Hakes wouldn't pay attention to him, but Hakes' lackeys might. Everyone in that entire benefit chain likely hated him, considering these autumn grasshoppers only dared vent their frustrations on small fry like him.

To be honest, Karisman didn't actually regret it.

In this world, everything comes with a price, not to mention the costly price of justice.

He just felt it was a pity that he failed his family's expectations and wasted more than twenty years of effort.

As he was sighing inwardly, a voice as warm as spring breeze suddenly came from behind.

"Mr. Karisman, what a coincidence, we meet again."

Karisman was startled, looking up to see a young man in a dark formal suit smiling at him, his eyes deep and demeanor elegant.

Human?

No—

Wait!

Karisman first froze for a moment, then suddenly realized the person was greeting him, instantly straightening his body, almost instinctively standing at attention to salute.

"Lo-Luo Yan, my lord!? Good morning!"

It was none other than the newly elected 29th parliamentarian, the Demon King of Thunder County—Luo Yan!

In his haste, the wooden box in his arms tipped over, scattering the filled documents all over the ground, papers spread out on the stairs, and some even drifted away with the wind. The surrounding public servants who passed by saw this and threw mocking looks at this clumsy youth, waiting to see his embarrassing scene.

"Ah…! Sorry!"

Facing such a large embarrassment, Karisman's face turned green as he panicked to try picking them up. Standing aside, Luo Yan simply raised his hand slightly, a faint magic power fluctuation emerged from the magic wand sliding from his sleeve.

The scattered documents seemed guided by an invisible hand, quickly floated back into the box, neatly stacked, and steadily fell into Karisman's arms.

"Seems like you're carrying quite the burden." Luo Yan chuckled lightly, handing him the last file in his hand, "Remember to be steady."

"Yes…"

Karisman received the document, feeling dazed, both astonished and moved in his heart.

He never expected that this person standing at the very center of Demon City's power not only remembered his name but personally helped him tidy the scattered documents?!

He hugged the wooden box tightly, a hint of embarrassment on his face, stammering as he spoke.

"Thank you for your help, Lord Luo Yan… I was too out of line just now."

"It's okay." Luo Yan waved his hand gently, then his gaze fell on the documents in Karisman's arms with a touch of curiosity, asking knowingly, "But… why are you standing here? Are you waiting for someone?"

Karisman showed a trace of indescribable expression, hesitated for a while, and whispered.

"I… no longer work here anymore."

Luo Yan was slightly surprised, carefully observing him.

"What happened?"

Karisman hesitated for a moment, finally smiled bitterly and began speaking: "Well… during the hearing before, I secretly disclosed some hearing details to the Abyss Times. Although what I said were all truths and didn't involve confidential information or violate regulations, my boss has been harassing me over this matter, claiming my 'stance is improper'. All of this wouldn't have mattered much, but today he unexpectedly became very angry for no apparent reason, sending me to the funeral home in the suburbs to transcribe records…"

By the end, his tone carried a sense of helplessness, "Perhaps… it's just fate."

Upon hearing this, Luo Yan's eyes subtly changed, his brow lightly furrowed, speaking with a trace of regret.

"…I'm the one who caused harm to you."

Karisman abruptly raised his head upon hearing, waving his hands in haste as he spoke.

"No! This has nothing to do with you!"

Seemingly worried Luo Yan wouldn't believe him, this young man took a deep breath and continued in a serious tone.

"Really, it's voluntary, sir… I see a group of useless people sitting there shirking their responsibilities, a giant and decaying machine trying to use unreasonable logic to suppress dissenting voices, pinning deliberately created mistakes on your unrelated shoulders. I just wanted more people to know the truth and uphold justice. If we all pretend not to see what's happening around us, wouldn't our Hell turn into a dirty Empire?"