Even the Grim Reaper Has to Run Errands Across Time and Space

It's time for another World Grim Reaper Conference, with the bigwigs of every country gathered around one table.

Anubis: We've hit our target workload this year. Let's aim to reap 1 million souls next year.

Hades: I'm really sorry, everyone. I missed my target again this year.

After missing his target year after year, Hades had long since lost all shame.

"Snore, snore." A peaceful, orderly sound rang out, and the bigwigs all fixed their eyes on the man sleeping soundly.

It was him, once again. Every year, he exceeded his quota. The true bigwig of the underworld, Lord Yan Wang, from China.

Yan Wang: Forgive my bluntness, but everyone here is a **. I've said my piece. Who's for it, and who's against it?

The heads of the various Grim Reaper departments: Please, Big Boss, go on. Have some tea, have some tea.

Yan Wang: Don't say I don't look after you. In the spirit of peaceful development and cooperation, I'll allow you to come to China to collect souls.

Yan Wang wore a kindly smile, and everyone felt a chill in their nether regions.

Satan: You really mean it, Big Boss?

Yan Wang nodded gently. It seemed...

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