Traveling through Daxia, Zhou Zhi got an iron rice bowl that was coveted by 10 million people - Daxia Mythology Affairs Bureau, Section 7, temporary worker.
He thought it was a leisurely day for drinking tea and reading newspapers, until he discovered that deep in the archives, all 3,271 registered gods in Daxia were stamped with a bright red "cancelled", and the reason for cancellation was blank.
The gods have abdicated, and weird things are rampant. The Ninth Department wields a butcher knife and frantically eliminates "unmanned personnel."
The red seal of unknown origin in Zhou Zhi's hand became the last authority in Daxia to modify the status of the organization.
The eight-hundred-year-old drought demon "want to have an ID card to open a bank account"; the landfill river god wants a "proof of existence"...
Are unorganized inhuman beings about to be obliterated as illegal individuals? Don't panic, Zhou Zhi smiled slightly: "Can't beat him? Then recruit him as a colleague!"
Apply for a work license for Taotie, do political review for Nine-Tailed Fox, and use three compliance approvals to block the ancient evil god.
When Zhou Zhi was holding the long establishment list and was about to change "canceled" back to "active", the head of Section 9 put a cold long knife on his neck: "Do you know what it means to put them back?"
Zhou Zhi touched the red badge in his hand: "I know, so I have to get them onboarded first."
Under the false carnival of forty years of peace, what did the three thousand gods get in exchange for canceling themselves? A ridiculous game in which official documents are used to fight against divine power and organization is used to suppress weirdness, the exam has officially begun!
