As a gold medal dispute mediator, I was transferred to a mysterious department. On the first day, the desk was piled with strange cases: the snake fairy in the south of the city accused the developer of digging its cave, and the thousand-year-old vampire earl complained that the reflection of the neighbor's cross affected his sleep. I forced myself to mediate until my new client, the King of Hell, took the Book of Life and Death and sued the gods of the Heavenly Palace for "maliciously extending their lives" and disrupting the order of Yin and Yang.
