The Cultivation World's Grind Kings Are Making Me Assign Them Civil Service Jobs

Reborn as the Netherworld Ancestor, I find myself in a dead-end situation from the start: the original male lead has come to kill me, while a reborn female supporting character is waiting to stab me in the back.

I pull out an Employee Probation Contract and turn to the murderous Long Aotian: "Why fight and kill? How about five kinds of insurance, a housing fund, and a down payment on a cave abode? Interested?"

From then on, everything goes completely off the rails.

A demonic workaholic drives himself into a frenzy to hit his KPIs, a reborn empress enforces discipline for me, and a bald miracle doctor begs me to set up health insurance.

When the righteous immortal sects join forces to attack, I stand at the front lines and raise a magical loudspeaker toward their million-strong army:

"Fellow cultivators across the way! Want to switch jobs? Compensation is N+1, and we even provide a home for the fallen!"