The woman propped her cheek onto her knuckles as she was left in her office, in deep thoughts.

"Aaah, I'm so bored." She whined, exasperatedly throwing her hands in the air. ​​

"No more thinking, no more thinking." She chanted as she pulled her swiveled chair closer to her table and turned on her laptop to play one of her favorite games; Nightingale.

"Hmm...not bad for a person who's famed to be aloof and stoic." It's impressive how Lillie Bai could come up with interesting games when her life seemed to be so tedious.

"Hehe...which lair should I destroy today? Hmm...arch angels? Orcs? Elves? Aahh, too much effort. I'll go for goblins." She logged into the game and made her avatar fly across the game's map to search for a goblin's cave.

"Goblins are overlooked because they're the easiest to kill, but not many know that they have a secret cave filled with useful treasures...oh?" An information about the potion she got popped on her screen.

"A rank 10 healing elixir? Not bad, not bad! I can sell this for at least a thousand purple gem."

She may be a Demon, but she's not the kind who's after power, wealth, a notorious reputation or whatnot.

She choose to be a Demon so that her life would be more...exciting.

'That person' said to investigate Lillie Bai's movements and promised her that she'll find something interesting.

But nothing happened! That person lied to her!

Regardless, she doesn't find being an Underworld Leader appealing. But if the chances are presented in her face, she'll take it.

Being in a lofty seat means that there are high chances for your life to be threatened.

Oh don't misunderstand, she's not asking for an early death. What she's after is the thrill, the fun, the excitement!

You may as well call her suicidal because she would jump at any danger thrown at her just to satisfy her yearning for a lively day.

Though she would not casually jump into a fire she knows she'll never come out of. She still values her life, thank you very much.

"I'm so stupid." She grumbles to herself, drumming her fingers on the keys to kill the another band goblins in the game.

"I should've known better than to believe the words of a stranger."

Especially if that stranger is from the Underworld.

The antique telephone on her desk rang.

Grumbling lightly at the interruption, she paused the game. "Yallow?"

[You've got guts...]

The woman was not fazed by the synthesized voice.

"May I ask who am I speaking to?" Her eyebrows rosed. Is this who she think it is?

Her telephone number is confidential, and it cannot be easily obtained by anyone.

[Playtime is over, you'll pay extra for the overtime] The mysterious person said before the line cut off, leaving the woman no time to demand more answers.

'Crack!'

The telephone was crushed by the woman's bare hands.

Her eyes widen, but it was not from fear nor anger.

"Hehe, you think I'm afraid? Even if death is in front of me, I will not tremble and crumble into the ground like a coward!" Her dull cat-like green eyes brightened, an excited grin curled her lips.

"Come to me with all you've got! The thrill has just begun!"

Yes, she yearns for the thrills in her life. It's tantalizing, the more she plays with danger, the more excited she becomes.

Playing with White Bird might not be bad idea after all, if it means livening her mundane life.

The room shook with her boisterous laughter as a new goal was set in her mind.

Her subordinates outside her office shivered.

There it is...the boss found her drive.