I Was a Bottom-Tier Bureaucrat for 1,500 Years, and the Demon King Made Me a Minister

For over fifteen centuries, I toiled as an insignificant government clerk, buried under mountains of paperwork in the demon realm’s bureaucracy. Then, out of nowhere, the Demon King promoted me to Minister of Agriculture—despite my complete lack of qualifications. Before my fateful meeting with the aristocratic Beelzebub, I was just an ordinary Zebub, blending into the background of demon society. How did someone so unremarkable suddenly rise to oversee the nation’s food production? Could an inexperienced official like me possibly handle the complex responsibilities of managing an entire demon kingdom’s agricultural needs? The sudden weight of authority felt overwhelming, especially when facing skeptical nobles who doubted my capabilities. Yet here I was, expected to transform barren wastelands into fertile fields and ensure our people never went hungry. The pressure was immense, but perhaps my years of bureaucratic drudgery had prepared me in ways I never realized. Every document processed, every regulation memorized—those mundane tasks might hold the key to succeeding where others expected me to fail. The real question wasn’t whether I could manage the demon country, but whether the system would allow someone like me to truly make a difference.