At the End of the Day, I Apply for Visas for the Gods

[Strange stories about rules + gods + imagination + civil servants + behind-the-scenes stories] When the apocalypse came, I dug out the official seal of my former employer from the instant noodles. While others were struggling in the wasteland, I restarted the [Entry and Entry Administration Office of the Gods]. The God of War demands KPIs, the God of Trickery is fined, and the God of Wisdom stays up late writing reports. I thought I was just a hapless civil servant maintaining a process. It wasn't until the arrival of the Evil God of Destruction that I discovered that this apocalypse was planned by my former boss. Now, he wants to come and accept the results. I calmly raised my official seal and pointed it at him. His life or death is determined by my visa.