The Ultimate Grinder: I'll Claim Every Spot on the Enemy-Killing Leaderboard

My name is Lin Mo. I was a burned-out office drone who dropped dead at my 996 workstation. When I opened my eyes again, I had become the lowest-ranking clerk at the Shanghai station of the Military Statistics Bureau.

Transmigrate, and get saddled with the blame? My boss dumps three days' worth of work on me and says it's due tomorrow morning?

And, as if that weren't bad enough, I'm bound to the Anti-Japanese Rat Race System.

“Dear user, your first-kill KPI: eliminate a Japanese second lieutenant within 48 hours. Failure penalty: death by electrocution~”

I'm a clerk who's never even touched a gun, and you want me to kill Japanese soldiers?

To stay alive, I brought modern workplace dirty tricks to 1937:

I took out Japanese guards with laxative-laced coffee and used PowerPoint to face-slap everyone at a Military Statistics Bureau meeting.

While my colleagues were still suffering through stakeouts, I'd already used “big data analysis” to pinpoint a Japanese spy's hideout;

While my superiors were busy stealing credit and passing the blame, I used “OKR management” to earn a personal commendation from Dai Li himself.

Later, I worked the agents of Unit 76 into the ground, left the flower of the Tokko speechless, and even had a Green Gang boss begging me to let him join the rat race.

Then one day, a system notification popped up: “Congratulations! You have reached the top of the anti-Japanese kill leaderboard!”

Behind me, my icy superior, a heiress-turned-agent, and a Japanese officer as beautiful as a cherry blossom all asked in unison:

“Lin Mo, how many more surprises are you hiding from us?”

I glanced at my new assignment and lit a cigarette.

“Don't ask. The only answer is: the rewards still aren't good enough.”