After 30 straight days of overtime, I dropped dead and became a judge in the underworld.
I couldn’t use magic and couldn’t make heads or tails of the Book of Life and Death. My only cheat was a phone connected to the underworld’s Wi-Fi.
So I used Baidu to look up the laws of the underworld, managed reincarnation queues in Excel, and caught lazy ghost officials slacking off with DingTalk.
Judge Cui said I’d broken the rules, and the Ten Yama Kings said I’d stepped on their toes.
Until a condemned underworld residence was placed under mandatory financial supervision, merit subsidies went straight into people’s accounts, and underworld officials were forced to take weekends off...
King Qin Guang sent me a WeChat message: “The other nine courts want to come observe and learn. Get ready.”
I looked at my 67% battery and sighed. “Fine. Since you’re already here, might as well.”