It has been the 3000th summer since the Soul Depository was established.
The number three thousand, no matter which world it is in, has had some special meaning since ancient times - especially related to "death". Finally, the three-thousand-year anniversary has arrived, and the bureau also held a grand celebration. Just the day before yesterday, the King of Hell personally announced good news: the whole organization will be on holiday for a week.
Sorry, I haven't introduced myself yet. I'm an ordinary liquidation clerk at the Soul Depository Bureau.
I don't have any special talents, but I am poor, so on holiday nights when no one is willing to work overtime, I still resolutely choose to stay and watch the night. My job is very simple, which is to help people who voluntarily pass away temporarily store their souls until the end of their real life span. This job is not interesting. It is nothing more than retrieving a "letter" wrapped in straw paper from the shelf, and occasionally cleaning the dust between the shelves.
However, on this great day when everyone was celebrating, my colleague caused a big drama.
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