I was born fearless, but the System tells me to keep my manners.
When the red-clad female ghost crawls out of the TV, I politely offer her hot pot chopsticks: “Would you like some cilantro?”
She shrieks and lunges at me. I swing a brick and flatten her head. The System prompts: [Violent Salvation +1]
I elegantly wipe blood splatter off my suit and unlock a new skill: [Tie Ties Itself].
The Underworld is in ruins and a hundred ghosts roam the night, yet the System’s missions just get more and more absurd:
“Send the Slit-Mouthed Woman on her way with an aria. Reward: shoes that never get dusty.”
“Hold a headless ghost baby and waltz with it. Reward: smile curvature +5°.”
As I stand with one foot on the Ghost King and the other holding "The Complete Guide to Etiquette in the Underworld", Yama is moved to tears:
“Please, just reincarnate already! The Underworld really has no ghosts left!”
It's nice to look at and the details are in place.