I transmigrated into a bizarre world and became a sacrificial offering in a ghost wedding.
When the ghost bride in her wedding gown grabbed me by the throat, I pulled out a contract. “Ma'am, you're attempting an unlicensed murder. Please purchase Ghost Accident Insurance first.”
Later, I got health insurance for starving ghosts, property insurance for haunted houses, and third-party liability insurance for the Ghost King.
Then, on the day the Heavenly Dao collapsed, the immortals and Buddhas in the sky discovered that I had already labeled their tribulations as “acts of God excluded from coverage.”