Chef Qin's Accidental Rise as a Demon King

The sky gradually brightened. Hundreds of people appeared in the streets, a formidable procession in matching uniforms. On every right sleeve was a peculiar patch: a shield bearing a huge sun with eyes and a mouth. Anyone could tell it was Dong Re—the sun rose in the east, after all. Beneath it, two swords crossed.

Below them were two large words: Lanxiang! The sun rises in the east; none can defeat me. Great Lanxiang Academy.

Qin Fen wanted to cry. What the hell was this? He had his own plans for Haitian City in the Earthly Immortal Realm. He sympathized with the Little Demons and wanted to improve their lives while putting his plans in motion. So how had military drills and nonstop ideological lessons turned into something this bizarre? Lanxiang seemed to be veering off course.

Qin Fen stared at the scene, speechless, his heart giving a painful twitch.

He was at a loss, but everyone else saw it differently. The demons of Haitian opened their doors and stepped out to find a procession in the street. Their crisp posture, disciplined bearing, and uniforms were enough to make anyone green with envy. Holy hell. The demons stared, full of longing. Those outfits looked sharper than anything the Garrison Command wore.

A little octopus scratched his head with a tentacle and tugged at his father's hand. "Dad, who are they? They look so impressive."

"They're students at King Dongre's Lanxiang Academy."

"I want clothes like that too. They look so cool."

"Then eat plenty, grow up fast, and enroll at Lanxiang Academy."

Qin Fen listened in disbelief, his mouth twitching. Those were just work uniforms, damn it! How had things come to this? Chef Qin felt the pressure mounting.

"Who are they?" a Little Demon asked, plainly confused. A rabbit