Dear one, just think about how late you are. You left me, a miserable modern model youth, waiting all alone in this vast northern wind for six years, constantly worrying that some unknown wild beast would jump out and ferment me into organic matter.

But now things are different!

The golden finger has already been delivered to my door—how far can a happy life be?

Ahem, that whole paragraph above was just Owen Clark's daydreaming. Whether you believe it or not, I believe it.

We must be reserved, composed, and have some backbone—we can't just grovel. So Owen Clark said impatiently, "You say coexist, and we coexist? What do you take my head for, a hotel?"

Demon Lord almost laughed in anger. So many followers are willing to give up everything just to gain a tiny bit of my power, and yet I humble myself to reside in this kid's mind, and in his eyes, it's a bad thing.

Owen Clark asked awkwardly, "How long do you plan to stay?"

Demon Lord thought for a moment, "A hundred years, I suppose."

Owen Clark's face changed dramatically. Even a 24k golden thigh can't compare to this—otherwise, wouldn't my wife see everything when we, uh, do it? Owen Clark suddenly felt like his future married life was going to be a field of green.

"Bastard, I have no interest in human females!"

Owen Clark asked curiously, "You can know what I'm thinking?"

Demon Lord snorted, "Living in your brain domain, your thoughts are a conversation with me."

This is outrageous! Open up my skull! Hurry and open it up!

"Calm down for me!"

……

After a while, Owen Clark sighed deeply, having no choice but to accept this reality. With a squatter living in his head who couldn't be driven out, he could only try to communicate. Helplessly, he said, "Brother, how should I address you?"

Demon Lord replied arrogantly, "Remember my name: Prince Walter Harrison."

Owen Clark nodded, "Well then, Your Highness Demacia..."

"It's Walter..."

Owen Clark interrupted, "Who can remember such a long name? From now on, I'll just call you Demacia."

Demon Lord was furious, "How dare you!"

"You're the tenant, I'm the landlord—why wouldn't I dare?"

Demon Lord was filled with grief and indignation. I, the dignified Demon Lord, a noble archdemon, and my name is going to be shortened by a kid? What an insult! Even those jerks from the Odin pantheon never humiliated me like this!

Wait, speaking of the Odin pantheon... Demon Lord suddenly felt like he had forgotten something.

Bang! The totem exploded with a thunderous crash, and a streak of holy platinum light pierced through space, shooting straight at Owen Clark's head. The terrifying energy almost froze the air.

Demon Lord roared, "They can actually chase me through spatial turbulence to hunt me down! I can only use a thousandth of my power right now—there's no way I can block a divine power strike! This is the might of a god!"

Owen Clark was dumbfounded. What is this situation? Not only does he have a squatter in his head, but now he's brought disaster upon himself. Should he have just stayed in bed today?!

Other protagonists' golden fingers are so useful—if they want cultivation techniques, they get them; if they want pills, they get them. My golden finger just gives me a cannonball to the head?! What's the point of you?

The platinum divine power shot toward Owen Clark in an instant. A wave of deathly terror swept over his whole body. Even though he'd died once before, Owen Clark couldn't help but feel a surge of fear. He was completely paralyzed, only able to stare blankly as the platinum light rapidly approached the center of his forehead.

Am I going to transmigrate again?! No way, what a waste of taxpayers' money!

Demon Lord was extremely anxious. The remaining demonic power wasn't enough to let him leave Owen Clark's body. If Owen Clark died, he was done for too. He frantically gathered his remaining strength, ready to fight for his life.

Just as Owen Clark and Demon Lord were facing despair, a large hand suddenly reached out from the side and grabbed the platinum light as easily as catching a ripe fruit falling from a tree.

Owen Clark stared blankly at Village Chief, who had appeared beside him at some point. Village Chief was holding the platinum light in his hand, looking as if he were holding a glowing egg, with none of the terrifying power from before. Village Chief looked confused and asked, "What kind of beast's egg is this? How can it glow? Am I hallucinating from diarrhea..."

Village Chief gave it a gentle squeeze, and the platinum light shattered with a pop, turning into motes of light that slowly dissipated.

Village Chief looked regretful, "Ah, it broke. What a pity. I really wanted to hatch it and see what kind it was."

Owen Clark's jaw almost hit the ground. "Damn, Village Chief, you're amazing!"

Demon Lord stared blankly at the confused Village Chief. "That was divine power..."

Hmm... maybe the divine strike had lost its power after following him through countless spatial turbulences. Demon Lord preferred to believe that explanation.

Village Chief frowned at the shattered totem and said irritably, "Owen Clark, did you break the totem? You... why are you lying down?"

Owen Clark lay there with a resigned expression, weakly saying, "A lot has happened today. Give me a moment to recover..."

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===Chapter 2: I Am Not Human===

Village Chief stood to the side, looking sadly at the rubble all over the ground—oh, that used to be the totem.

Owen Clark lay on the ground, trying to calm his complicated feelings, and took the opportunity to communicate with the squatter in his head.

"Demacia, you're a 'god' and also the Demon Lord. What does that mean, and how did you end up in my head?"