When Lin Wan woke up, she had transmigrated into a terrifying underworld novel said to have "no chance of survival," as a random passerby who dies from the start.
Red candles flickered. The ghost bride's veil was about to be lifted. Three seconds until death.
The next moment, she yanked off the obstructive red cloth, slapped a copy of The Underworld Labor Law onto the altar table, and said:
"Under Chapter Two, Article Fifteen, I demand equal rights to reincarnation. Right now."
Everyone in the underworld, from the King of Hell to the little ghosts, was dumbfounded.
The Office of Reincarnation worked through the night to revise the error-ridden, centuries-old laws, while the ghost officials scrambled to find clauses no one had ever taken seriously.
Meanwhile, Lin Wan, the one who started it all, crossed her legs and read the freshly issued addendum to the Book of Merit, making plans in earnest:
"Next time I'm reborn, I want to be a panda."
"The kind with a secure government job, room and board included, and adoration from the whole country."
Later, the underworld's annual report solemnly stated:
"When a certain yang soul invoked Clause N of the trial regulations, it triggered a sweeping overhaul of the entire legal system, gave rise to a movement for the protection of yin souls' rights, and indirectly caused a drop in sales of Granny Meng's Soup and a restructuring of the Office of Reincarnation's KPIs..."
"The root cause was that, somewhere along the way, an old-timer who was far too good at arguing had slipped in."
Later still, in the human world.
The newborn national treasure panda cub yawned. Looking at the excited two-legged creatures and the cameras flashing nonstop, it lazily rolled over.
Its good deeds would remain hidden.
