Lin Yuan, a night-shift cremator at a funeral home, lifted a white shroud, and the corpse opened its eyes.
A female ghost lunged at him to take his life. A burst of azure light erupted from his palm, and an ancient bronze-colored token burned itself into his flesh.
The Judge's Writ, an ancient artifact of the netherworld courts, awakened at max level.
One glance revealed a ghost's crimes. One sentence determined its life or death. After each verdict, he absorbed ghostly energy and leveled up. Every ghost he judged raised him one rank, letting him crush his way from the Wandering Soul Realm straight to the Judge Realm.
Black Impermanence knelt and pledged allegiance upon meeting him. White Impermanence acknowledged him as master on one knee. A wandering cultivator of three thousand years gladly became his adviser. An outcast from Longhu Mountain bowed to his command. Even the ghost of Liu Yong from the Song Dynasty volunteered to join him.
The Dao Lord of the Nether River opened a crack in the Netherworld Well, releasing a flood of yin energy and reviving a hundred ghosts? Perfect. He'd judge them one by one. Every one of them was free experience.
A hundred ghosts knelt in the streets as the Judge's Writ appeared.
Judge ghosts, absorb their energy, level up, and crush your way forward. No frustrating setbacks, no dragging things out, just pure satisfaction.
