[Non-cool writing + European Middle Ages + Faust's Dilemma + Black Humor + Heterogeneous Workplace + Absurdity]
Hell is a huge bureaucracy. Because the top management set the contract quantity KPI inhumanely, it pushed the low-level demons to the edge of madness. By chance, the male protagonist started a frenzy of cheating, and things gradually developed in an absurd direction...
"Friend, take a look at this. It's a small mutual aid agreement. It won't do you any harm, and it can also help you solve some minor troubles. Just sign it, it'll be quick."
"Eternal damnation? No, let's put the fatal one first. This one only requires me to provide a puzzle every week, and the reward is to predict the weather within three days, which sounds okay."
"I'm just a 'contracting party', how come I'm causing hell?"
"Knowledge is power, especially in an era of widespread illiteracy. Thanks to the official documents of hell... For giving me the opportunity to pick out words."
A ridiculous scene appeared in the library: a numb mortal sat at the table, mechanically signing a contract from hell, with his own blood flowing; and not far behind him, an old man wearing a black priest's robe, under the surveillance of the devil, was always ready to use holy prayers and "holy water" to replenish the strength of this dealer with the devil so that he could sign more contracts.
In order to "improve efficiency," a certain department in Hell also decided to allocate a special budget to set up a teleportation circle at his doorstep directly to various business centers in Hell, making it easier for demons to "deliver quotas to his door."
It's pretty good. Just don't be too lazy.