My name is Chen Fan. I’m terminally ill with cancer, and I’ve been keeping myself alive by playing a game called Underworld Simulator.
With just three seconds left in my life, the game displayed a message:
[Congratulations on passing the assessment. You have been hired as: Trainee Judge of the Final Underworld of the Myriad Worlds]
When I opened my eyes again, I was the lowliest menial worker in the world of cultivation.
I had a bankrupt Underworld System in my head, and a City God temple with not a single ghost left in it.
The System told me:
“Reincarnation collapsed a hundred thousand years ago. Immortal Emperors have monopolized life and death, and ghosts and gods have long since vanished.”
“Your mission is to make the Underworld’s name resound throughout the Myriad Worlds once more.”
I looked at my first task: [Arrest 1 wandering soul in the Qi Refining stage]
Then I looked out the window at the “target,” who was flying on a sword, surrounded by a sky-piercing aura of sword energy.
Then I looked at the weapon the System had provided: a soul-catching brush with a split tip.
I fell silent.
“System, does the Underworld still have any other employees?”
System: [Yes. Old Yellow, the watchdog. He chewed up the Book of Life and Death last month, and now he calls everyone “Dad.”]
Then one day, an imperial decree from the Immortal Emperor descended, solely to save a wisp of his beloved concubine’s remaining soul.
I raised my battered brush and wrote in the air:
[Resisting arrest is grounds for detention under the law]
Beneath the Nine Hells, rusted chains tore through the air and dragged the immortals’ dazzling light into the abyss.
All of the Immortal Realm heard the anguished screams rising from the rift.
My System chimed:
[Arrest successful. Merit +1]
[Underworld’s reputation: upgraded from “forgotten” to “confusing”]
After that, I rebuilt the Terrace of Nostalgia, forged the Mirror of Karma, summoned the Yin Soldiers, and hired Meng Po.
And with them, I...
