Ji Deng is a diligent, conscientious King of Hell who never takes a day off or leaves work early, working overtime every single day of the year.
His biggest goal in life is professional success, or, in other words, making the underworld thrive and run smoothly.
But now Ji Deng is holding the underworld's work reports. His hands tremble slightly, a vein throbs at his temple, and he glares at the trembling Black and White Impermanence and Ox-Head and Horse-Face beneath him.
"Explain to me what it means that our performance has been zero for three consecutive months."
"Where are the people? Where have all the people in the mortal world gone? Huh?!"
"Look at the number of deaths in the world above, then look at the population of the underworld. We have more staff than ghosts waiting to be reincarnated!"
For several years, the number of deaths and the number of souls reincarnated in the underworld hadn't added up. At first, Ji Deng thought there were simply too many wandering spirits escaping.
But in the past two years, the number of deaths had skyrocketed, even approaching wartime death tolls, while the number of souls in the underworld kept dwindling.
Now there wasn't even a single soul left in the underworld.
Their performance had been a big fat zero for three months straight.
How could this be allowed!
With nothing but useless fools under him, Ji Deng, the King of Hell, sighed and decided he would have to go to the mortal world himself and investigate.
Ji Deng hadn't visited the human world in over a thousand years. He was astonished by how quickly it had developed. The world was peaceful, the people lived in comfort and contentment, and their happiness index was high.
There seemed to be nothing wrong. So... what was behind that death rate, higher than even during wartime?
After spending a carefree month in the human world, Ji Deng hadn't found a single problem, but he wasn't willing to slink back empty-handed.
If he returned to the underworld like that, how would he be any different from the useless fools he'd been complaining about?
Too proud to give up, Ji Deng forced himself to spend another week in the world above.
Just as he was about to admit he was useless and head back, he was suddenly pulled into a bizarre space.
While everyone around him screamed in terror, Ji Deng slowly broke into a smile.
So that's where all his work had gone. It was all here.
The death rate for newcomers entering this world is the highest. This world loves giving newcomers a jump scare right in the face.
As a result, the death rate for newcomers stays above 90 percent.
As the only newcomer in his group to come through completely unscathed, Ji Deng attracts the attention of all the major factions. Plenty of people wonder what he does outside this place to have such impressive composure.
Ji Deng's response: A jump scare right in my face? I love it.
Is there anything more enjoyable than doing nothing at all while work comes rushing straight into your arms?
Theme: Work hard
