I Just Inherited the Underworld, So I Handed It Over to the State

After my grandfather died, I inherited the dilapidated underworld, which had long since ground to a halt.

That very night, ghosts roamed the streets, and billions of wandering souls nearly burst my city at the seams!

Just as the demons and evil spirits thought they could bully their new master and prepared to devour me alive, I silently pulled out my phone and dialed the number etched into my bloodline.

“Reporting in! This is Lin Yuan. I... request that the underworld be handed over to the state!”

From that day on, the whole world went completely off the rails.

While other immortals and deities were still fighting to the death over a few sticks of incense, we had already posted the Underworld Civil Servant Law at the Gate of Hell!

While others were still painstakingly cultivating golden cores and nascent souls, our scientists had already reconstructed reincarnation with quantum mechanics and used big data to select the Ten Kings of Hell!

The Road to the Underworld had become a two-way, sixteen-lane highway. An LED screen stood at the head of the Bridge of Helplessness, looping “Instructions for the Newly Reborn.” And I, as the underworld’s sole liaison, was leading a group of veteran Party-member spirits with an average of eighty years in the Party in a motivational meeting for the newly appointed ghost kings.

While Heaven and Hell in the West were still arguing over KPIs, the red myth of the East had arrived!