A Bureau of Hell Employee: The King of Hell Told Me to Use DingTalk

In life, Lin Wei worked herself to the bone. She never expected that after dying, she’d “pass” the underworld’s civil service exam and become the King of Hell’s chief secretary. She’d rather be dead than take this underworld job! Her daily duties include, but are not limited to: adding handwritten comments to ancient registers of life and death that are as slow as a PowerPoint presentation; mediating interdepartmental disputes between Ox-Head and Horse-Face and Lady Meng; and handling bizarre complaints from evil spirits in the Western Regions about the taste of Lady Meng’s soup... The underworld runs on its own version of 007, after all, ghosts don’t need sleep. Just as her ghostly body is growing haggard and her resentment is about to surpass that of the evil spirits, the King of Hell finally shows mercy. “Xiao Lin, I’m giving you a day off!” Then he adds, “Oh, right, while you’re at it, go deliver a dream in the mortal world.” Lin Wei laughs in fury. “Boss! I’m dead! I’m not some AI that can get real-time OTA updates!” But the King of Hell scratches his head and says, “Can’t be helped. Heaven’s regulations say the underworld has to adopt the DingTalk System across the board.” The next second, a DingTalk interface glowing with an eerie blue light pops into existence, and the unread messages instantly shoot past 99+. The first email that tags her reads: “Dear, remember to clock in. The System will automatically calculate and update your remaining time on duty~” From then on, her afterlife enters a new era: submitting fieldwork requests for soul-reaping online, getting cross-realm dream-delivery procedures approved in seconds, clocking in at the edge of the Eighteen Levels of Hell while chasing a signal, and drifting down the River of Forgetfulness while replying “Received”... This book tells the hilarious day-to-day story of an unlucky wage slave (ghost) trying to “stay alive” in the underworld workplace, using digital tools to fight back against, and being forced to adapt to, the rat race. When the ancient underworld meets modern office software, when the King of Hell