Interpantheon Neighborhood Office

Hao Nan feels that his life is just like his name: so difficult.

At twenty-three, he graduated from an ordinary second-tier university, failed the civil service exam three times, and was rejected in eighteen interviews. His greatest achievement in the first twenty-three years of his life was simply staying alive.

When his grandfather, Hao Ping, passed away, he left him an old house. Even Hao Ping's name sounded exhausting: so even-tempered, he spent his whole life helping people smooth things over, and in the end, he couldn't even sort out his own affairs.

On the third day after Hao Nan moved into the old house, an old bicycle repairman showed up and handed him a key.

There was only a letter and a map in the drawer. The letter said: This house is an office. Strange people will come looking for you from now on.

Hao Nan thought his grandfather had gone senile.

Then his cat started talking.

"Finished reading the letter? If you have, turn on the lights. It's too dark, and my eyesight isn't good."

Later, a burly man calling himself Zeus banged on the door in the middle of the night. He said his wife had kicked him out and begged to be taken in.

After that, the Wi-Fi in the Heavenly Court went down, and the Jade Emperor couldn't watch his shows, so he sent Sun Wukong down to demand repairs.

Later still, the Norse gods collectively gave up, saying that Ragnarok was coming anyway, so they might as well do whatever they pleased.

Hao Nan, twenty-three years old. Life really is hard.

Now he is the only low-level clerk serving gods from every pantheon, specializing in cleaning up their messes.

He gets no salary, no meals, and even has to pay out of pocket to buy canned food for the cat.

At the end of the letter, his grandfather wrote one sentence: "Don't sell this house."

Hao Nan understands now: it's not that he mustn't sell it, it's that he can't.

Because beneath this house lies the secret of the entire divine realm.