Soul Lost on the River of Oblivion

The waters of the Underworld River, dividing the living from the dead beneath the Bridge of Helplessness, flowed quietly. A civil servant working in the underworld called himself Lord Divine Dragon, but Zhao Xiaoxiao bluntly called him an idiot. Standing in the land of the dead, Zhao Xiaoxiao was flooded with memories of all the miserable things she had endured at work. Unease swept over her, and she wondered in confusion whether she had already died. Remembering that the next day was Tomb-Sweeping Day, she could not help but smile bitterly. Could this really be the first holiday she would spend as one of the dead? In a low voice, she recalled what had happened before she passed away: she had stayed late at the office, working on skill scripts for an AI agent used by the company. Years of late nights and high-pressure projects had taken their toll. Her lips had turned purple, and her heart suddenly stopped. She lost consciousness and somehow ended up in the underworld.