Lin Yan is twenty-seven. He was laid off twice in three months, then after dying, he was hired by an even more outrageous company: the Underworld Conglomerate's Rules Mediation Department. During his probation, his KPI is to successfully mediate the grievances of one hundred thousand restless souls before midnight. Miss the target, and you will "no longer be a relevant issue."
The System grants him "Rule Interpretation" privileges: loopholes hidden between the lines of every rule are highlighted in red. The price is his lifespan. He starts with a hundred years, and once they're gone, he really will become one of the locals. On the spot, he establishes three ground rules: find the subject, scrutinize the deadline, and negotiate terms, not feelings.
But an audience is watching the livestream, and comments in black and gold slip him warnings from the System's blind spots: "Don't believe it when it says your privileges are limited." The more his fans adore him, the harder the instances become, and the faster his lifespan drains. In the underworld, traffic costs years of your life. And nobody ever told him who entered the name on the ID badge that grew there by itself.
