The Judge Takes Office, and the Underworld Is Transformed

I inherited the family business and became a judge in the Underworld.

On my first day on the job, I tore up the King of Hell’s Book of Life and Death.

On the second, I turned the Bridge of Helplessness into a water park.

I spiked Granny Meng’s Soup of Oblivion with baijiu and stocked the River of Forgetfulness with koi.

The King of Hell slammed his hand on the table in fury. “Are you trying to stage a rebellion?”

I held up my Heavenly Mandate-approved business license:

“This iron rice bowl was passed down by my ancestors. Any objections?”

Then one day, I discovered a shocking loophole in the Underworld’s ledgers:

The Heavenly Mandate had gone bankrupt three hundred years ago.