I Became a God in the Demon Realm by Solving Cases

I inherited the family business and became the seventh-generation proprietor of an underworld waystation.

The waystation serves as a rest stop for demons and ghosts. It opens at midnight and vanishes by day.

On the first night, a fox woman weeps that a scholar betrayed her and begs me to find the heart that was cut from her chest.

On the second night, a headless underworld constable slams his fist on the table and demands that I return the head he lost three hundred years ago.

On the third night, the City God arrives in person and says in a chilling voice, "There's an old case involving immortals and demons waiting for you to judge."

I open the yellowed ledger, only to discover that the debts my ancestors left behind must be repaid with my life.