I Want to Be an Official: Take Care of These Immortal Cultivators

When others are cultivating immortals, I cultivate the system, and when others overcome tribulations, I write reports. This term of gods is too chaotic, and I, as a civil servant, have to take charge of it! He was once an ordinary worker in the 21st century. He worked overtime until he died. Even his tombstone was engraved with "Excellent Employee". When he woke up and found out that he had become a civil servant, his first reaction was: "It's PPT and meetings again, but there's no relief from this reincarnation?" But when he witnessed a little girl being randomly made into a "spiritual medicine" by immortal cultivators just because she had "good bones", he became angry. I couldn't control the capitalists in my previous life, so why can't I control you gods? His motivation is not immortality or power, but order. He knows very well that true fairness does not mean that everyone becomes an immortal, but that ordinary people can walk with their heads up and do not have to kneel down to survive. Whenever he writes reports, holds meetings, or approves documents, he always sneers in his heart: "You flying swords, do you think we are mortal ants? But what you are afraid of is this red-headed document." He also has fears. When facing the power of Nascent Soul, my hands are shaking and my legs are weak... But he told himself: "As long as I am still sitting in this position, I represent the rules - and the rules should not retreat." He never felt like a hero. He's just a working man who doesn't want to kneel anymore.