Ryan Ling was seriously bummed out. After three years together, his girlfriend ditched him for another guy. And that dude? Looked like Pigsy from Journey to the West, had grades in the gutter, but he was a rich heir. His dad ran a big listed company, and as soon as he graduated, a cushy general manager job was waiting for him.
Even if Ryan worked his butt off for a lifetime, he probably wouldn’t even catch a glimpse of that guy’s shadow.
That’s fate for you! No matter how hard you hustle, you’ll never beat someone born with a powerful dad.
Right now, Ryan was lying on his bed, brooding over how unfair life was, when suddenly a voice whispered right in his ear.
"Hey, bro, wanna get yourself an epic dad?"
"Which bastard is messing with me? Show yourself!" Ryan was ticked off, so he snapped back, cursing out loud.
But then he thought, wait a sec—he lived alone in this rented room. Who else could possibly be here?
Maybe I’m just hallucinating from overthinking.
But just as that thought crossed his mind, the voice came back: "Bro, I’m not messing with you. Lord Yama, King of Hell, is looking for an adopted son to take over his gig someday. I think you’re perfect for the job. You interested?"
Ryan froze. He was sure he wasn’t hearing things, because right then, a blue screen popped up in front of him, flashing his personal stats.
In a flash, the three thugs bolted and vanished. Ryan finally let out a sigh of relief. His plan was risky, but brains were all he had—and luckily, Sophie was saved.
Ryan wiped his sweat and hurried over to Sophie, relieved she hadn’t been "hurt."
But just then, Sophie suddenly grabbed Ryan’s hand.
Ryan slapped his forehead. Damn, he’d been an orphan his whole life—getting Lord Yama as a dad was a once-in-eight-hundred-years kind of deal.
On impulse, Ryan’s brain went hot and he clicked ‘Agree.’
Almost instantly, the screen showed even more detailed info about Ryan.
Current strength: Third-degree cripple
Netherworld title/position: None
Merit points: Zero
Exclusive ghost office: None