I Am A Lackey In Another World

I already worked myself to death under capitalism in my last life—now you want me to be squeezed dry by a goddess and die all over again in this one? Saving the world—what does that have to do with me? I didn’t grow up eating your rice. You think you can bully an honest guy? Fine. Then I’ll show you exactly what’s wrong with being the Demon King’s lackey.