The Slacker Office Worker Sets the Three Realms Straight

I'm Chen Juan, a corporate drone who stayed at the office until ten just to qualify for a taxi-fare reimbursement. I didn't get the money. Instead, two living King Yamas in tall hats showed up.

Black and White Impermanence were grabbing souls like they were chasing KPIs. They stamped me as a "top talent of the Underworld," slapped on a set of chains, and hauled me straight to the Hall of the King of Hell.

The boss of the Underworld had a mind-reading radar that was always online. He tossed me a "make-or-break contract" to turn the Underworld's finances around: raise the Merit Pool's water level within three months, or get thrown into the oil cauldron.

I did it in less than three months. The Underworld's GDP shot straight to number one among the Three Realms, and even the Hall of Sky's Divine Heavens lined up to pitch me their investment proposals.

The Queen Mother grabbed me and asked, "Little Chen, could we turn the Peach Garden into a farmstay?" The Jade Emperor came over with blueprints of the Hall of Sky's Divine Heavens and suggested, "We could have VIP and regular tickets, then make a 'Jade Emperor-style dragon robe' keychain." Satan flew in to discuss a partnership: "How about turning my Hell into an 'Eighteen-Level Adventure Theme Park'?" But when Jehovah came to me holding a brochure for Heaven, I waved him off. "Forget it. Your Heaven doesn't even have a single place to spend money. It's rotten to the core, and even for free, it's not worth taking up my performance quota."

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