Part 1| A Pitch Black Soul

I was summoned to the magical world by the Demon King because I was overwhelmed by negative emotions.
Demon King: "Servant hiding dark powers, reveal your talents to me!"
Me: "I... I am an accountant!"
Demon King: "What?"
Hello, I am now a clerical staff member in the villain camp.
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Under the eerie green light, at the Demon King's luxurious long conference table, under the gaze of the top ten villain cadres.
I spread out a blank sheet of paper, "Our goal this year is to make a profit of 100,000!"
The aloof and arrogant young dragon scoffed, his sapphire-like eyes dazzling, "Is such a small amount even considered a goal? How much did we make last year?"
I said, "Negative 2.6 billion."
Meanwhile, in another sky, the Archbishop of the God of Light was also summoning souls, searching for a saintess: "Where's my person!!! Where's my saintess!!!"
God of Light: "I saw her coming."
Two seconds later.
God of Light: "I saw her leaving."
Rejecting office romance, rejecting bribes of male beauty.
Whether it's the sweet and naive boss Demon King who can be both salty and sweet.
The aloof and arrogant, knowledgeable young dragon.
The gloomy and silent dark elf who cannot resist the instinct of female supremacy.
The troublesome orca brothers who are good at gathering and have a unified aesthetic.
The gentle and reliable undead knight who often misplaces his head.
Everyone, please reimburse according to the system! shakes fist.