I Died 47 Times Before I Cleared the Demon Court

Akira wakes up with a crown on his head, a kiln in his hands, and a court that wants a demon king who never doubts. He was a ceramicist before the fall, and that old craft turns into the one power in the palace that nobody can copy or name. Every cup he shapes can change how magic behaves, which makes him useful and dangerous at the same time. He keeps trying to act calm, but his hands still shake when he remembers the training gate, the last real life he had, and how little anyone in this tower understands him. The one person who keeps coming close is the one he should fear most, and the secret they all refuse to say is already rotting under the throne.