I was summoned to a fantasy world by the Demon King due to my overwhelming negative energy.
Demon King: “Servant hidden with dark power, reveal your talent to me!”
Me: “I… am an accountant.”
Demon King: “What?”
Hello, I am now an accountant for the demon camp.
We work four days and rest three, have comprehensive insurance and provident funds, 15 months of salary, an ignorant leader (the Demon King), harmonious colleagues (dragons, demons, etc.), and flexible leave policies.
Under the eerie green light, at the Demon King’s luxurious long conference table, with the top ten villain leaders watching, I laid out a blank sheet of paper. “Our goal this year is a profit of 100,000!”
A cold and arrogant young dragon sneered, his sapphire-like eyes dazzling, “Such a small amount is considered a goal? How much did we earn last year?”
I said, “A deficit of 2.6 billion.”
Meanwhile, the God of Light Archbishop, who was also summoning souls from another world to find a saint, exclaimed: “Where is my saint! I had such a big saint!”
God of Light: “I saw her come.”
Two seconds later.
God of Light: “I saw her leave.”
