Sun Weimin was a veteran civil servant with thirty years in the system. He died after drinking in his leader's place.
When he opened his eyes again, he had become the Great Sage Equal to Heaven.
He checked his record: he'd stirred up the Dragon Palace, torn up the Book of Life and Death, and even flown a banner reading "Equal to Heaven." Under the laws of Heaven, that was enough to get him executed eight times over.
He looked over the script: three years from now, he wouldn't receive an invitation to the Peach Banquet. In a fit of rage, he'd flip the table, only to be pinned beneath Five Elements Mountain by a single slap from the Tathagata for five hundred years.
That very night, Sun Weimin put the ripe peaches he'd stolen back on their branches, spread out some paper, and began writing work notes.
In a fight, he couldn't beat the gods and Buddhas filling the heavens.
But when it came to writing reports, cleaning up messes, riffing and playing the straight man, and surviving at the drinking table, the entire Three Realms were subordinate departments under his authority.
"Your Majesty, this lowly official has no rebellious intentions. I only want to keep my head down until retirement."
