Melvin died. That sucked. He had just gotten a new suit, he was on the way to his favorite bar, and the high from his recent promotion still had a smile on his face. But his sudden and painful heart attack didn't care about any of that. At least he woke up afterward, if somewhere unexpected. Because now, Melvin is the Monster Lord. He lives in the Abyssal Palace in the heart of the Dark Forest, ruling over the hundreds of thousands of Devils, Drakes, Demons, Dire Wolves, Dragons, and Doppelgangers, that call him their Lord. They are all convinced that Melvin is the strongest out of all of them, and only takes the form of a human to mock their enemies. Strangely, they might be right about that first part. At least said enemies are people he won't feel bad killing. If you took all the greed in corporate America, every billionaire in the world, and every merchant to have ever lived and combined it, it would not equal the avarice of a single Heroic Adventurer. Melvin must juggle the war with humans, the fragile layer of deception keeping him from being outed as a human, the strange new powers that come with being a Monster Lord, and the fact that all of the Monsters and unholy abominations he rules over are... the closest friends he's ever had?