A High-Martial Arts City: My Security Guard Handbook Is Heaven Itself

I transmigrate into a high-martial world as an F-rank good-for-nothing, forced to get by as a security guard.

When top fighters clash in the sky above my residential complex, I pull out my little notebook. “Rule 3 of the handbook: No throwing objects from a great height. You two, come down and sign in.”

They laugh, and then... they really do fall from ten thousand meters up.

An SSS-rank demon lord sneaks in, and I stop him. “Rule 7 of the handbook: Visitors must show their health code.”

He prepares to slap me to death, but then... a red health code actually appears in his palm out of thin air, and the power of the rules immediately seals him away.

Only later do I discover that the security guard's code of conduct in my head is the law of this world!

“Sir, you’ve been issued a ticket for illegal parking. Please sign here.”

Looking at the extraterrestrial evil god trembling in the starship he’s driving, I, the strongest security guard, just want to clock out early.

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