Imprisoned on False Charges: I Became the Judge of the Night

[System]+ [Corruption]+ [Lighthearted and humorous]+ [Decisive and ruthless]

Falsely accused and released from prison from the start, I find my fiancée getting married, while the Supreme Underworld Law-Enforcement System orders me to send the newlyweds off to their graves!

Others awaken Systems that let them slay gods and become immortals. I awaken one that lets me issue underworld fines to outlaws of every kind!

With the Book of Life and Death in hand and a mourning staff for protection, the law of the living may not reach you, but the underworld never takes a night off!

In this modern city, the powerful rule unchecked and outlaws are everywhere. They even hire rogue cultivators and Taoist sorcerers to try to eliminate me by force.

Sorry, but as a senior judge of the underworld, my approach to business warfare has always been rather “down to earth”:

The richest man sends bodyguards to smash up my shop? I raise a karmic barrier, and the bodyguards immediately put on a flawless performance of kneeling and sliding across the teahouse.

Rogue cultivators send a horde of armored zombies to surround me? I whip out an “Underworld Labor Contract.” Five hundred zombies go on strike at once, chasing their unscrupulous boss for three hundred years of social security contributions.

A financial tycoon brags about a hundred-billion-yuan investment? My cross-border ghost enforcers sneak into the Cayman Islands overnight and expose the balance in his account: two yuan and fifty cents!

“Boss Qian, you wouldn't want a hundred black-uniformed soldiers from the underworld, all wearing sunglasses, drilling and renovating your bedroom all night, would you?”

“Chairman Zhou, you wouldn't want to be trapped in a titanium-alloy safe room, forced to dance an extreme Latin routine to the Great Compassion Mantra DJ remix for three hours, would you?”

My judge's brush is ready, and the Book of Life and Death is open.

The local bullies, deadbeat debtors, and rogue cultivators are already lined up at the Bridge of Helplessness.

Open this book, and please cooperate: line up to collect your fines!