After my sudden death, I was assigned to the nineteenth floor of the underworld and was responsible for cleaning up the evil spirit fragments that fell from the eighteenth floor.
The boss, King of Hell, is a paralyzed man who loves playing games. His only partner is a vacuum cleaner that can lose his temper and play emojis.
The fragmented memories contain a large number of souls that have been "intervened": the victim becomes the perpetrator, and the cycle repeats, like an assembly line production.
I thought it was a shady secret in the underworld, but after investigating, I found that there was someone else behind the scenes - a collection of billions of consciousnesses called the "Creator".
It establishes the rules of good and evil, but becomes unbalanced by the growth of evil thoughts.
And my vacuum cleaner seemed to be the key to fixing everything.
What's even more outrageous is that the King of Hell said that I was actually not dead and that my consciousness was "incomplete"——
"You can wake up at any time now, and you can die at any time."
"Who decides?"
"Yourself."
I held the blank parchment that could open the door to the underworld and looked at the crack in front of me.
Damn it, I haven't finished sweeping the debris field yet.
Intention: Good and evil are not innate, but the result of countless choices. When evil can be artificially "created" and when the origin of good is deliberately sealed away, an ordinary cleaner's daily work in the underworld gradually reveals the balancing mechanism buried by the creator for hundreds of millions of years. Every cleanup is a search for the truth; behind every evil spirit, there is an unknown struggle. In the end, it is not the scales that are repaired, but the hearts and minds.