A monthly salary of 20,000, working the night shift as a security guard.
The funeral home I applied to seems a little off.
I patrol at midnight, and there are always strange noises in the morgue.
A figure in red flashes through an empty hallway on the surveillance footage.
The old director says, “Don’t let the oil lamp go out, and don’t enter Room Four.”
But the System insists I go there to sign in every day
【Morgue sign-in successful. Reward: one drop of Drought Demon blood essence】
【Crematorium sign-in successful. Reward: fragment of The Scorched Earth for a Thousand Miles】
【Nine Nether Rift sign-in successful. Warning: seal weakened by 3%】
Only later did I learn:
This funeral home is suppressing a rift connected to the abyss.
And the System that makes me sign in every night is the recognition program for an ancient seal.
When spiritual qi revival comes and ghosts roam the night:
The Daoist master bows to me: “Please, senior, lend us your strength!”
Western demon hunters tremble when they see me: “The Corpse King of the East is unbeatable!”
Even the evil gods crawling out of the Nine Netherworld wail in my corpse fire:
“You’re just a night watchman! How did you become the Ancestor of Zombies?!”
I glance at the 20,000 in my bank account and quietly put away my fangs.
After all, when you’re at work, you have to look the part.
So, which forbidden ground should I sign in at tonight?
