The Years I Served as the Grim Reaper's Butler

By chance, I stumbled upon a death god on the job and accidentally let loose the evil spirit he had spent three months desperately tracking. According to the rules of the Lower Heavenly Court, anyone who has seen a death god’s true face must have their eyes gouged out. Then I was done for. Not only had I seen his true face, I had also ruined his work. To save my own skin, I was forced to sign a contract to serve him, becoming a death god’s agent, adrift between the human world and the afterlife.