The Underworld: I Write Novels, and the King of Hell Keeps Asking for Updates

Manager: "Get rid of all of Ruan Hao's things and clear his desk for the new hire!"

Ruan Hao: "Hey! What are you doing? I'm still right here!"

Coworker: "Aw, how sad. He was so young, and now he's dead!"

Janitor: "You can say that again! Such a young man!"

You're cursing me right to my face?!

I'll... Hey? What's going on?

Why did I pass right through their bodies?

The next instant, a spatial rift appeared, and a powerful force pulled him in!

The world spun around him. Just as everything started to blur,

he vaguely heard a voice:

"Hey, are you okay?"

He opened his eyes and nearly passed out again! So big! So bouncy!

What? I worked myself to death in my last world, and now I have to go to work in this one too?

Ruan Hao discovers that novels are popular here, too. After reading countless stories on Yuewen and seeing every wild idea imaginable, inspiration suddenly strikes!

"The east river may flow west for thirty years, and the west river may flow east for thirty! Don't look down on a poor young man!"

The King of Hell's Palace posts a comment: "Update now!"

Ruan Hao smirks. You'd better brace yourself! The underworld should have an underworld's attitude!

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