[Past life: cold-faced scholar and demon hunter gong vs. beauty-loving, flirtatious demon king shou]
[Present life: master fortune-teller gong vs. overworked trainee ghost officer shou]
[In the past life, the gong tormented the shou mercilessly, right up to death. In this life, he dotes on him.]
My name is Tan Lin. I'm twenty-two, a fresh graduate. I sent out more than a hundred resumes while alive and got no response, but after I died, I landed a job in the underworld straight away.
It started when I had the same dream for thirty-three nights in a row. Every time I woke up, something unlucky happened.
A fortune-teller told me I had three days left to live and sold me a talisman to change my fate. One minute later, a billboard fell on me and killed me.
As my consciousness faded, I saw the old fortune-teller tear off his disguise, revealing a face so handsome it was practically unfair.
He drew a talisman in blood. The bloody sigil turned into a line, slipped between my brows, and then I knew nothing more.
When I woke up, two ghost officers were hooking me and dragging me toward the underworld.
I protested that it wasn't fair. The ghost officers checked the System, then fell silent: there was a bug in the underworld's data center.
As compensation, the underworld gave me a voucher for a rebirth illusion. Inside it, a crowd of demons surrounded me and called me "King."
Somehow, I cleared the illusion and landed an offer as a trainee civil servant in the underworld.
From then on, I worked diligently at supernatural incident sites, catching ghosts and entering illusions, hoping to meet my KPIs and become a full-time employee as soon as possible.
But that lousy fortune-teller showed up in every illusion, like he was haunting me.
He always looked at me strangely, as if he were looking through me at someone else.
Hah. Do I look like someone who'd let himself be used?
I'm not going to be anyone's substitute!
(The main story is not told in first person.)
