Black Myth: Wukong Is Nothing. I'm Just Working a Temp Job in Journey to the West

Lin Qi opens his eyes and finds himself standing in a huge office.

This isn't ancient times. It's the modern era, or rather, the modern era of the Celestial Court. The fluorescent lights buzz overhead, and one of them is flickering. It needs replacing. Lin Qi takes a look and makes a note: light tube, T8, 1.2 meters, cost fifteen wen, labor charged separately.

There's a desk in front of him. A woman sits behind it, her badge reading: Celestial Court Human Resources Department, Recruitment Division, Chang'e.

She's wearing a white shirt. The cuffs are worn, but the shirt has been ironed neatly. Lin Qi looks it over and makes a note: cotton shirt, washed at least fifty times. The cost has been amortized, but it still looks respectable.

"Name?"

"Lin Qi."

"Age?"

"Fifty."

"Special skills?"

"Plumbing." Lin Qi pauses. "Fixing leaks, clearing blockages, unclogging pipes, calculating costs. I can replace light tubes, too."

Chang'e looks up at him. There's a dark shadow under her eyes. She's been working late, or sleeping badly.

"Plumbing?"

"That's right."

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