Chapter 1

I am the Dark Lord, ruler of the new world who will rebuild the order of the wizarding world—

After I died, my soul was sucked into another world.

The moment I landed, I found myself surrounded by people in black robes like mine.

If the decor hadn’t been so different, I might have thought I was back among my followers in my own world.

As I stood there bewildered, an imposing voice sounded above me.

“New disciple, what evil deeds have you committed?”

I looked up. Several old men stood on the steps, also dressed in black robes, with dark energy clouding their faces. The one in the middle was staring coldly at me.

I answered without thinking. “Made Horcruxes. Pursued immortality.”

The murmuring around me stopped for a moment.

The man frowned. “I asked what evil deeds you’ve committed, not how you cultivate.”

I said, “…”

My silence made the atmosphere grow tense.

People began to regard me warily.

“I’ve killed a lot of people,” I added hastily.

“Be specific. How many?”

“A lot. Several hundred.” I counted on my fingers. “Seventeen or eighteen whose names I knew, too.”

Dead silence fell again.

I curled my lips in a proud smile.

Now you know how evil I am. You little fools must be wetting yourselves with terror.

The black-robed man on the steps opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something.

In the end, he said nothing.

He waved a hand, and I was led away.

Just as the door shut, I heard his voice slip through the crack.

“Keep a close eye on him. This brat’s background is far too clean. I suspect he’s an undercover agent sent by the righteous sects.”

Me: What?

I became the youngest disciple in a sect of demonic cultivators.

Me: “Where’s the wand shop? I’d like to buy a new wand.”

Demonic Disciple A: “The what? You mean a magical artifact? You’ll need spirit stones to commission one from the Artifact Refining Sect.”

What was a magical artifact?

I lowered my expectations. “At least tell me where there’s a shopping street selling magical supplies.”

“Try the cultivators’ market at the foot of the five great sects, or the black market. They’ve got everything.”

Me: “I’ll take a look.”

Demonic Disciple A: “Hey, come back!”

Me: “What?”

Demonic Disciple A: “You’re going like that? Without disguising yourself?”

Me: “I’ll wear a hood, then.”

Demonic Disciple A: “You think those righteous cultivators are idiots? Take a Face-Changing Pill!”

Me: “What’s a Face-Changing Pill?”

Demonic Disciple A: “…”