Fujino, once the mighty Demon Lord, now a dirt-covered, mostly naked ex-farmer, found himself dragged—quite literally—by the Hero Party toward the nearby kingdom's capital.
Loraine had him by the arm, unrelenting in her grip.
Rhea was pushing him from behind, like she was delivering a stubborn cow to the market.
Jelani? Not even pretending to care anymore. He walked ahead like he was getting paid overtime for this.
Saint Aurelia, still blushing furiously, was holding a hastily sewn cloth over his waist, trying to preserve what little remained of her dignity.
Fujino groaned. "I CAN WALK, YOU KNOW."
"No, you can't," Loraine shot back. "If we let go, you'll run back to that wasteland and live like a naked mole-rat again."
"IT WAS A PEACEFUL LIFE!" Fujino wailed.
"You were talking to a fire-breathing cow!"
"And it was a great listener!"
Fiora and the twins, happily following along, sipped their tea like they were watching a premium reality drama unfold.
Elvira giggled. "Ohh, I can't wait to see where this goes next."
Noelle smirked. "Five more silver says he ends up in prison by the end of the day."
Fujino growled. "I SWEAR TO THE UNHOLY ABYSS, I WILL—"
Loraine cut him off. "Welcome to The Royal Employment Bureau for Villainous Rehabilitation."
Fujino froze.
Before him stood a grand, bureaucratic government building, complete with long, painful-looking lines of questionable individuals.
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Monsters, ex-villains, cursed knights, and at least one sentient jar of evil mayonnaise all waited their turn.
Fujino narrowed his eyes. "…You can't be serious."
Sirael adjusted her glasses. "This is where reformed villains receive appropriate job placements and are reintroduced into society."
Rhea smirked. "You want to be a farmer? Great! Let's see if you qualify."
Fujino tried to turn and bolt.
Loraine body-checked him into the building.
"YOU MANIACS!" Fujino roared.
Inside, an overworked receptionist—a middle-aged elf with permanent exhaustion in her eyes—barely looked up.
"Name?"
Fujino scowled. "Fujino Tetsuya, Ex-Demon Lord, CURRENTLY BEING HELD HOSTAGE."
The receptionist scribbled something down. "Ah. Another one. Take a number and wait for your evaluation."
A ticket appeared in his hand.
#666.
Fujino stared at it. "…I hate this."
"NEXT!"
A hulking minotaur with an eyepatch stomped forward. "I used to pillage villages, but I'm working on my anger issues!"
The evaluator behind the desk, a bored-looking angel in a suit, nodded. "Have you considered preschool security?"
The minotaur blinked. "…You mean I get to intimidate tiny children all day?"
"Yes, but legally."
"…I ACCEPT."
Fujino gawked. "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS SYSTEM!?"
Jelani sighed. "This is the world we live in."
Three hours later…
Fujino finally reached the evaluator's desk. The angel adjusted his glasses, reviewing his papers.
"Hmm. Former Demon Lord. High destructive potential. Retired to an abandoned farm. Previous ambitions: world domination. Current ambitions: questionable at best."
Fujino crossed his arms. "I'm not working for you people."
The angel ignored him. "We have several options available… You qualify for:
Magic Kindergarten Instructor – Teaching hyperactive demon spawn the fundamentals of destruction.Dungeon Tour Guide – Leading clueless adventurers through a controlled dungeon experience.Retail Worker – Maximum suffering."
Fujino paled.
Loraine leaned in, smirking. "Pick one."
Fujino stared, horrified.
"…CAN I GO BACK TO MY FARM?"
"No."
Fujino, defeated, slumped forward. "…Fine. I'll take the dungeon tour guide job."
The angel stamped his file. "Congratulations. You start tomorrow. Try not to murder any customers."
Fujino let out a long, miserable groan.
Fiora clapped, delighted. "Oh, I MUST visit when you start!"
Elvira grinned. "I can't wait for him to lose it."
Noelle smirked. "One gold says he quits in the first hour."
Fujino, face dark, whispered under his breath.
"I hate this anime."
