The King of Hell Told Me to Sell the Eighteen Levels of the Underworld

How did I, a former top-performing real estate agent, end up as the sales rep personally appointed by the King of Hell?

He said everyone had already decided.

I was to sell all eighteen levels of the underworld.

I smiled faintly and said two words to him: "[redacted]!"

Ox-Head and Horse-Face stopped me and gently tried to persuade me for ages. In the end, I recited two poems.

"Though my station is low, I dare not forget the nation's troubles; even after all is settled, the matter must wait until my coffin is sealed."

"In life, be a hero among men; in death, be a hero among ghosts."

The King of Hell was delighted and rewarded me with a sword called New Sorrow. They said it could split heaven and earth, slay gods and ghosts, and even crack walnuts.

I thought the name was no good, so I renamed it Salary.

And so, my inexplicably legendary life began.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.