I Slaughtered My Way Through the Divine Realm, and Now the Mad King of Hell Works at a Milk Tea Shop

[Plot-driven + Dungeons + Strong Female Lead + Always Gets Revenge + Does Whatever She Wants + Return to the Top + Freelance King of Hell + Cathartic Read] A down-and-out King of Hell is worse off than a chicken. She is Yama, the ultimate killing weapon of the netherworld capital, Youdu. A century ago, she was slaughtering divine soldiers and generals in the Golden Hall. This century, she can only sell milk tea in a damp alley. Is that it? Of course not! There's only one reason she became King of Hell: She's exceptionally good at her job! Whatever the job, she's exceptionally good at it! Selling milk tea? She launches a handsome-guy marketing campaign. Taking down the powerful? She opens her huge mouth and extorts them. Catching ghosts? She's the ghosts' ancestor. At a century-old school so saturated with yin energy it's practically overflowing, she goes undercover as a janitor and cleans the toilets. When a wealthy young heir is haunted by a vicious ghost, she exorcises it and puts it through the wringer, all at once. She'll save a life, but make sure it wishes it were dead. In a prime-location mall that no one wants to visit, only the jade shop is open for business. Atop a crumbling publishing house is a miniature world, with secrets left behind by ancient gods hidden on every level. At a dinner party no one can leave, everyone else climbs the ladder of success, but our King of Hell doesn't understand the rules of the game and wants to flip the table. So she flips it. Her small acts of kindness, one after another, and her spur-of-the-moment decisions, her madcap, unpredictable choices and utterly carefree ways, seem to be pushing her, step by step, toward a road to the chopping block laid out for her long ago. And behind the hands pushing her is another pair of hands, holding every thread in this world. Little by little, they are guiding them onto a new score.