Ye Ge, a wage slave earning 3,800 yuan a month, has the worst luck. On his way home from working overtime, he comes across a nine-tailed fox beating up a scumbag, and the Mythology Administration drafts him into service.
The job is absurd from the get-go: helping Meng Po tweak the recipe for Forgetfulness Water, calculating sales commissions for a livestream hosted by Pixiu, and telling a lovesick female ghost not to bounce around on high-voltage power lines. Worst of all, he has to find someone to pay his social insurance and housing fund contributions for him!
“Xiaotian Dog, don't do your business just anywhere! The authorities are strict about that these days!”
“Lady White Snake, tuck your tail away. The vice squad is searching the rooms downstairs!”
“To the fellow cultivator going through tribulation, the God of Thunder says there'll be rolling blackouts today, depending on whether your number's odd...” Ye Ge crouches on the rooftop with his thermos, watching gods, demons, and spirits fly all over the sky. He suddenly misses the fear he felt back when clients called the shots.
The King of Hell sends him a new message: “Hey, we're three evil spirits short of our KPI in the underworld. Could you work overtime?”
