My name is Xuan Gui. I'm an ancient divine beast, a candidate to lead my clan, and I work as a foot care specialist at a human bathhouse. My employee number is 007.
Don't laugh. No job is beneath anyone! My clan's ancestral craft is treating calluses on the soles of people's feet. I'm perfectly qualified!
That is, until a customer showed up on my first day at work.
Yinglong. The ancient God of War. Yinglong.
I wanted to quit on the spot, but he was offering way too much... Wait, no, he had a spirit-devouring parasite on the sole of his foot.
The spiritual powers of the twelve High Gods are fading, the guards at the Southern Heavenly Gate have mysteriously lost their memories, and the Third Prince of the Dragon Palace has had unexplained foot pain for half a month. Every clue points to the bathhouse where I work.
Fine. Foot care is my job, solving cases earns merit, and I'll save up some merit stones while I'm at it so I can go home and inherit the clan leadership.
Wait, Yinglong, why do you keep staring at me? I'm really just a foot care specialist!
[Lighthearted comedy + mythological mysteries + episodic cases, a Xuan Gui foot care specialist × the God of War Yinglong, solving mysteries one pedicure at a time]
