After I died, I discovered that my grandpa was the King of Hell.
I wanted to be a carefree rich kid, but I was forced to clean up the mess instead:
The Western Hell sent spies, Japan's Yellow Springs infiltrated us, and even the living world dared to cut off our incense offerings?
With 996-style overtime as my left fist, I beat the foreign devils senseless. With spirit money in my right hand, I swept through both the underworld and the living world.
Recently, I even rescued the woman who died for me when I was alive, my one true love.
Now I'm wondering whether I should open a KTV on the moon.
After all, you can't imagine the kind of fun the Underworld's Crown Prince gets up to.
