You Sent Me to Work Overtime, So Why Am I a Netherworld Reaper?

“I just worked overtime. How did I suddenly drop dead?!”

Yang Chao was horrified to discover that he had died after working 996 hours for too long. Even more inexplicably, he had signed a contract with the Underworld to become a “living ghost officer,” making him an official of the Underworld!

“Hey, Mr. Black-and-White Impermanence, my heart stopped for a moment, but they can still save me! I was forced to sign that contract, okay?!”

Yang Chao put on a pitiful act with a shameless grin.

To avoid having his soul scattered for breaking the contract, he had no choice but to endure a miserable life: getting bullied by his supervisor into redoing PowerPoint slides during the day, then hunting vicious ghosts in mass graves at night.

Other exorcists hunted ghosts with ritual altars, bagua mirrors, and peachwood swords, battling for three hundred rounds.

Yang Chao hunted ghosts by first pulling out incense and spirit money and shoving them over. “Brother, ever heard of the Underworld Demolition Office? Cooperate with our work and get compensation. Resist arrest, and you’re going in the wok!”

If they refused to cooperate, he possessed a female ghost, drew her long sword, and taught them how to be ghosts all over again!

Through a mix of soft and hard tactics and shameless, adorable bluffs, Yang Chao thrived in both the worlds of the living and the dead.

The rich and powerful lined up to pay for protection? Sorry, scan the QR code over there to donate merit points first. What are merit points good for? You can cash them out, use them to extend your lifespan, or buy magical artifacts. Isn’t that better than the useless paper money in the living world?

An ancient evil Ghost King awakens and threatens to destroy the world? Yang Chao sighs and takes out his Judge’s Brush. “You can destroy the world, sure, but first fill out this compensation form for damaging public property in the living world. We accept Huabei installments, dear!”