Starting at the Impermanence Bureau, I Upgrade Everything

After transmigrating to the Netherworld Dynasty, Shen Han awakens his past-life memories, and a dark red mark appears on the back of his hand. Every time he kills someone, the countdown on the mark drops by one. When the time runs out, everything levels up. And so the beggar who had once gone hungry plunged headfirst into the notorious Office of Impermanence. Why? For a job that would let him sharpen his blade in broad daylight. A rampant bandit chief: one slash to the throat. A corrupt clan: root them out completely. He solves cold cases and cuts down the “ghosts” in people’s hearts. He sharpens his blade and asks no questions of right and wrong. But the more he sharpens it, the thinner it gets, while the world’s pus and blood keep flowing. Impermanence Guards, Soul-Reapers, Soul-Quellers... Only after fighting his way from the dead-end alleys of Wancheng all the way to Fengdu does Shen Han understand: the nobles and officials seated high upon the dragon throne, calling themselves the “Ten Courts of Yama,” are the greatest ghosts in the mortal realm. The feudal imperial system is the greatest cancer. What truly needs to be leveled up is the whole world and everything beneath Heaven. If there’s no way to avoid it, then there’s no need to avoid it! That day, he strode into the imperial city with his blade in hand and laughed aloud at the assembled gods and demons. “Lend me your heads, and I’ll make the sun and moon shine on a new world!”