Logan Brooks felt that something was wrong with the way he transmigrated.

After crossing over, he actually possessed the body of the world’s most powerful figure—the Demon Cult Leader, honored as the Demon Emperor.

Isn’t it usually the case that some mighty expert suffers an accident, leaving behind a stubborn wisp of soul, then takes over the body of some downtrodden youth, is reborn, and then rises up against all odds to make a comeback?

Or maybe you transmigrate into the body of a miserable youth, get a cheat, and start your path to godhood?

Why is my script all wrong?

Now I’m surrounded by big shots, and I feel like I’m about to be exposed.

What should I do?

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Volume One: Starting Today, I Am the Demon Emperor

Chapter 1: Starting Today, I Am the Demon Emperor

There were men and women in front of him.

At this moment, they were all kneeling in unison.

Standing alone, Logan Brooks was a bit dazed.

It seemed he had transmigrated.

He had crossed over into a body full of power, but dressed in ancient attire.

This body seemed to contain unimaginable strength.

But it also looked seriously injured.

If he tried to exert himself...

Ouch.

His whole body hurt.

Even worse, he hadn’t inherited the original owner’s memories.

He knew nothing about his current situation or past experiences.

Looking at the crowd kneeling before him, Logan Brooks wore a strange expression.

But since everyone in front of him was kneeling with their heads down, not daring to look up, they couldn’t see the odd look on his face.

Among them, an old man bowed his head and said, “This old servant has disturbed the Holy Presence of the Cult Leader. I deserve a thousand deaths. I beg the Cult Leader for forgiveness.”

The others also lowered their heads in fear and said, “We beg the Cult Leader to forgive us.”

Logan Brooks had a headache.

The three classic questions.

Who am I?

Where am I?

What am I supposed to do next?

Logan Brooks looked down, secretly observing the people before him.

There were men and women, young and old, all dressed in ancient clothing.

Some even had swords or sabers at their waists!

But everyone was extremely respectful, even terrified.

They called him Cult Leader?

They were very much in awe of him.

But if these people found out their Cult Leader had been replaced, they might all go berserk.

This body was seriously injured right now; he couldn’t handle them.

He had to stabilize them first.

Thinking of this, Logan Brooks composed himself, kept a blank expression, and asked in a lofty, indifferent tone, “Why are you all gathered here?”

“Reporting to the Cult Leader, while you were in seclusion, this old servant and the others were guarding outside,” the old man became even more deferential. “But earlier, a strong scent of blood suddenly came from your room. We dared not disturb you, but were uneasy in our hearts...”

He paused slightly, then immediately continued, “The Cult Leader’s powers are unrivaled, your might shakes the world. We are not worthy to speculate. Our vision is limited, and by gathering here, we have disturbed your Holy Presence. We beg the Cult Leader for forgiveness.”

The scent of blood...

Logan Brooks was slightly dazed.

A mysterious black jug appeared in his mind.

With a thought, he opened the lid again.

Inside the jug was a crimson elixir.

He remembered that back on Blue Star, he had once accidentally obtained a black jug lid.

But he couldn’t find the jug itself, so he didn’t think much of it afterward.

Now, after his soul had muddle-headedly transmigrated to this new world, the jug lid had come along with him.

Now, the jug lid and the jug body had completely merged, forming a complete jug.

It seemed the jug body was never on Blue Star, but in this world.

It was that jug lid that brought his soul here.

The jug body might have originally been in the hands of the original owner of this body.

And now, this mysterious black jug had merged with him, fusing into his soul.

Things turning out like this must be the work of this black jug... Logan Brooks mused inwardly.

He was busy thinking about the black jug and didn’t speak right away.

A heavy silence fell.

The kneeling crowd grew even more terrified.

Just as they felt the tension was suffocating, Logan Brooks’s voice finally came from above.

“In light of your loyalty, you may rise.”

Everyone let out a collective sigh of relief.

Elsewhere, they were all notorious old demons.

But just now, some of them had cold sweat soaking through the backs of their clothes.

Logan Brooks also quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

But on the surface, he maintained an air of authority.

“That’s enough, you may all leave,” Logan Brooks said in a calm yet indifferent tone.

The people before him hurriedly saluted again. “As you command.”

A group of people respectfully exited the room.

A middle-aged woman was the last to leave. Before stepping out, she cautiously asked, “Cult Leader, about tonight’s dinner...”

Housekeeper, steward, head maid, or someone like that... Logan Brooks guessed inwardly.

He steadied himself, unhurried and calm, and spoke indifferently.

“As usual.”

“Yes, Cult Leader.” She respectfully exited and closed the door behind her.

Left alone in the room, Logan Brooks let out a long breath.

He walked to the mirror, his expression odd.