While Everyone Else Runs for Their Lives, I Issue Renovation Notices to the Dungeons

Zhou Ye was just heading home from work when he answered, "I'm a repairman," and got shoved into a sinister residential complex.

Seven night shifts. Pay by the day.

The security guard handing out ID cards had no breath. A nonexistent thirteenth floor called in a repair request, and the elevator was packed with "residents" waiting for him to get in.

The ghost manager urged him to go inside and close the door.

Zhou Ye gripped his wrench and took a step back.

"Then come down and press it yourself."