Hell lost.
Earth found.
Dignity? Still missing.
It all started with one tiny miscalculation.
And by "tiny," we mean underestimating Heaven's army, losing a 600-year war in seven hours, and falling face-first through a dimensional crack into a dumpster behind a Chinese restaurant.
Demon King Kui, once the mighty overlord of flaming pits and eternal suffering, now sat in a pile of expired bean sprouts, dripping sauce, and shame.
"This is fine, sire," General Yin muttered beside him, casually brushing a banana peel off his shoulder. "We've hit rock bottom. Which means—statistically speaking—the only way is up."
Kui groaned. Not because of his injuries, but because he could feel the humanity crawling all over him. The helplessness. The... smell.
He had lost everything: his powers, his throne, and worst of all, his evil laugh now sounded like a wheezing goat.
"Do you think this is karma?" Kui asked, staring into the void, a cracked microwave tossed next to him.
"No, sir," Yin said. "This is Earth. Much worse."
With nowhere else to go—and, let's be honest, too weak to even fly—they did the unthinkable: they got jobs.
At a small Chinese restaurant.
As humans.
With name tags.