I'm a Middleman for Evil Gods

I’m Shen Qian, a recent college graduate. My dream was to find a great job with high pay and little work. I never imagined I’d actually find one. What is this place? A sea-spring house in R’lyeh, flooded all year round, with a bizarre structure and a permanently playing soundtrack of mental pollution. And the clients are something else: a taciturn, perpetually damp octopus guy? A ceramic person covered in gears and clockwork? Countless burlap sacks and broken boxes like Patrick Star, plus a warehouse with infinite space? Thankfully, my solid professional skills helped me handle all these jobs. But why is the client signing the contract with a slime-dripping tentacle? Do I really have to keep working this awful job? Is it too late to quit and sell roasted sweet potatoes?