You Were Hired as a Coroner, So Why Did You Force the Supernatural to Settle Its Debts?

[Ice-cold rationality]+ [Suit-wearing badass]+ [Mind games and dissection]+ [Decisive and merciless, never forgiving]

The supernatural is rising, conglomerates rule unchecked, and the extraordinary stand high above the rest, viewing ordinary people as pigs to be slaughtered for “elixirs.”

Lin Yuan transmigrates into this world as a forensic pathologist in a lowly morgue.

To everyone else, he's aloof and timid, wears gold-rimmed glasses, and spends every day scribbling in a battered account book.

Until one day, an exalted “hero squad captain” tortures and kills a little girl who brings Lin Yuan a warm egg every morning, all to make medicine.

The captain pays a sanctimonious visit to the morgue. “Dr. Lin, be gentle during the autopsy. Don't hurt her.”

Lin Yuan stares expressionlessly at the body, without shedding a single tear.

He simply takes out his account book and records an entry: “High-quality long-term asset damaged, projected returns: ten million.”

That night, at an abandoned waterworks.

Lin Yuan, dressed in an immaculate bespoke suit and wearing sterile rubber gloves, crushes the arrogant second-tier captain underfoot in the muddy water.

The heavy boning knife in his hand glints coldly.

“Captain, since you can't afford to pay...”

“Then I'll have to cut you to pieces and balance the books by force.”

Also known as: “You Have to Be More Twisted Than the Villains to Survive in the Madhouse” and “Sorry, the Dead Aren't Protected by Consumer Rights.”