The Human Realm Tourism Bureau

"Young man, you've got extraordinary bones. How about becoming the director of the Human Realm Tourism Bureau?" Ding Yuanyi had just been struck by lightning and hadn't even figured out whether he was alive or dead when he was pulled into a group chat. The group owner swiftly transferred the group, left, and deleted everyone, without leaving a trace. He glanced at the screen names and had a feeling he'd somehow stumbled into a seriously shady cult. Satan, Cain, Michael, Erlang Shen, the Tongtian Cult Leader, Medusa, Hercules... "Ding! Please note that you have less than five minutes to live. To stay alive, please receive a tourist as soon as possible. Thank you." Ding Yuanyi: ...Boss, how am I supposed to find a tourist in five minutes? Taking zombies to a Miao village for a corpse-driving procession, taking vampires to a costume ball, taking a drought demon to the Water-Splashing Festival... Ding Yuanyi embarked on a blissful life of entertaining guests (?). CP: Lucifer, who has completely lost his memory. The sunny, strong-willed, lovable goofball bottom X the chuunibyou, short-tempered, all-talk-and-no-action teddy bear top who is always thinking about destroying the world. Start date undecided