The Reincarnation Queue Is Packed, and You Still Have to Take the Civil Service Exam After You Die

/* The metaphysics are a complete mess; this is an unhinged work */

The world is absurd; life and death pass in an instant.

Tang Shian’s brush swept across the judgment ledger, bringing his brief eighty-four years to a definitive end.

“What?? An exam? What? Why?”

At the entrance to the underworld, a neighborhood office worker handed Tang Shian paper and a pen.

“Recruiting talent on a large scale, accelerating talent mobility.”

“Empowering the underworld to work more efficiently and stabilizing underworld production.”