Chapter 13: Chapter 13
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CHAPTER 13: The Demon King's Resume
Zhang Wei's hand froze over the glowing sphere as the alert flashed across his vision. *Investigate and what?* The notification cut off mid-sentence, replaced by spinning runes that indicated some kind of system lag.
"Come on, come on," he muttered, watching the loading icon spin.
The white void around him flickered. For a brief second, Zhang saw something else—a massive desk covered in papers, a tea cup with steam rising, and an old man in traditional robes squinting at a scroll. Then it vanished, replaced by the endless white.
[SYSTEM MESSAGE: Alert Resolved]
[Source: Unknown]
[Status: False Positive - Karmic Echo]
Zhang blinked. False positive? He'd literally just accessed restricted records. The system should be screaming for his soul on a silver platter. Instead, it had dismissed the alert like a spam email.
*Someone's covering for me.*
The thought sent a chill down his spine. He hadn't been in the Celestial Bureaucracy long enough to make allies. The only people who knew he existed were Supervisor Hu, the receptionist who'd given him the jade token, and the grumpy clerks who ignored him in the hallways.
Unless... the system itself was helping him.
No. That was paranoid. Systems didn't have agendas. They just processed data.
But this was a celestial system. And Zhang had already seen how much of it ran on blind faith and outdated protocols.
He dismissed the thought and focused on the file he'd uncovered. The records of his death—no, his *murder by incompetence*. The error log was detailed, timestamped, and damning. Clerk ID 2319 had processed the wrong Zhang Wei. There were two of them in the same city, same age, same district. One died of a heart attack at his desk. The other was supposed to live another forty-three years.
Clerk ID 2319 clicked on the wrong name.
And Supervisor Hu had buried the correction request.
Zhang pulled up the current status of the correction request. It was still pending, buried under seventeen layers of "under review" subcategories. The estimated resolution time: 127 years.
"One hundred and twenty-seven years," Zhang said out loud. "I've been dead for a week and they're telling me the fix will take a century."
The sphere pulsed, almost sympathetically.
He needed leverage. Something that would make Supervisor Hu sit up and pay attention. Something that would make the entire department afraid of what Zhang Wei, Junior Clerk, knew.
He started digging.
The system was vast—an ocean of data stretching across timelines, dimensions, and afterlives. Zhang navigated through the Karmic Ledger, skimming through entries that detailed the moral accounts of every soul in his assigned division. Most were boring: minor debts, small virtues, the usual balance of good and bad that made up a mortal life.
But then he found something interesting.
A ledger entry from three hundred years ago. A soul named Li Feng had accumulated massive negative karma—murder, betrayal, corruption. The kind of soul that got sent straight to the deepest hells for ten thousand years of purification.
Except Li Feng hadn't been sent to hell.
Zhang checked the disposition record. *Reassigned to Department of Strategic Initiatives.*
That was odd. Souls with high negative karma weren't reassigned. They were punished. That was the whole point of the karmic system—you reap what you sow.
He pulled up the Department of Strategic Initiatives. The records were sparse, filled with redacted sections and "classification pending" notes. But he found one thing: the department's current director.
Li Feng.
The same Li Feng who should have been burning in hell for the past three centuries was now a department director in the Celestial Bureaucracy.
Zhang leaned back, processing this. Someone had pulled strings. Big strings. The kind of strings that only a high-ranking immortal could pull.
He checked Li Feng's current karma balance. It was pristine—almost suspiciously clean. Every negative entry had been expunged, replaced with virtues and merits that looked manufactured.
The system flagged the entries as "verified by Celestial Audit Department."
*Of course it did.*
Zhang made a copy of the records and moved on. If Li Feng was this high up, there had to be others. Other souls who'd been given second chances that violated every rule in the celestial handbook.
He found seventeen more cases in the next thirty minutes. All high-karma debtors. All reassigned to cushy bureaucratic positions. All with their records sanitized and approved by the Audit Department.
But the most interesting case was the most recent: a soul named Kang Min-ho, processed just six months ago. Karma debt: -873,000 points. That was enough to earn a soul a one-way ticket to the Hell of Endless Paper Cuts.
Instead, Kang Min-ho had been assigned to the Department of Mortal Affairs as a Senior Clerk. Same department as Zhang.
Same department as Supervisor Hu.
Zhang pulled up Kang Min-ho's file and felt his blood run cold.
*Name: Kang Min-ho*
*Mortal Identity: CEO, Yongin Heavy Industries*
*Cause of Death: Stabbed 47 times by factory workers*
*Past Life: Demon King of the Third Hell (Term expired)*
Zhang read the last line three times, hoping it would change.
*Past Life: Demon King of the Third Hell (Term expired)*
The Celestial Bureaucracy had employed a *demon king*. Not just any demon king—the ruler of an entire hell realm. And they'd given him a desk job processing mortal paperwork.
This wasn't just corruption. This was a security breach of cosmic proportions.
Zhang's mind raced. If he reported this, he'd be a hero. Or he'd be dead. Probably both, in that order. The people who'd orchestrated this wouldn't want some junior clerk exposing their little arrangement.
He needed to be smart about this.
He started copying all the files he could find, creating a backup in the administrative interface's hidden memory banks. If he died—again—someone needed to know the truth.
The sphere pulsed, and a new notification appeared.
[SYSTEM MESSAGE: New Request]
[Source: Department of Strategic Initiatives]
[Recipient: Zhang Wei - ID 7845-B]
[Subject: Transfer Offer]
Zhang stared at the message. He hadn't applied for a transfer. He hadn't even told anyone he was investigating. How did the Department of Strategic Initiatives know he existed?
He opened the request.
*Dear Clerk Zhang Wei,*
*Your performance in the Department of Mortal Affairs has been noted by our recruitment team. We believe your skills would be better utilized in our department, which handles high-priority strategic initiatives for the Celestial Bureaucracy.*
*Benefits include:*
*- Increased salary (3,000 karma credits/month)*
*- Private office with window (views of the Celestial Gardens)*
*- Access to restricted administrative functions*
*- Immunity from standard performance reviews*
*Please report to the Department of Strategic Initiatives main office by the end of the current celestial cycle for onboarding.*
*Signed,*
*Li Feng, Director*
Zhang's hands trembled. This was either an incredible opportunity or a trap. Probably both.
He checked the timestamp on the transfer request. It had been generated exactly three minutes after he'd accessed Kang Min-ho's file.
Someone was watching him. Someone very high up.
And they wanted him close.
He had two choices: accept the transfer and walk into the lion's den, or refuse and hope the demon king didn't decide to "handle" the junior clerk who'd been snooping through his file.
Zhang thought about the Hell of Unending Data Entry that had been his original punishment. He thought about Supervisor Hu, who'd let his death go uncorrected. He thought about the seventeen other souls who'd been given cushy afterlife jobs while real sinners burned.
He selected *Accept Transfer*.
The sphere pulsed once, and the white void around him dissolved into a new scene. Zhang found himself standing in an office. Not the gray cubicle farm of Mortal Affairs, but a real office—polished wooden desk, a window overlooking a garden of glowing flowers, walls lined with scrolls of ancient calligraphy.
And behind the desk sat a man.
He was handsome in an unsettling way. Perfect features, sharp eyes, and a smile that didn't quite reach his gaze. He wore modern business attire instead of robes, which made him stand out in the celestial setting.
"Welcome, Zhang Wei," the man said, his voice smooth as silk. "I'm Director Li. Please, have a seat."
Zhang didn't sit. "You knew I'd find the files."
Li's smile widened. "I was counting on it. Do you know how long I've been looking for someone who could navigate the administrative interface without triggering a full system lockdown? Three hundred years. And then you show up, some dead mortal who can't even file paperwork properly, and you walk through security like it's nothing."
"You wanted me to find Kang Min-ho's file."
"I wanted you to find *all* the files. The system needs an outsider, Zhang. Someone who isn't bound by celestial protocol. Someone who can see the cracks in the foundation." Li leaned forward, his eyes glinting. "The Celestial Bureaucracy is broken. Has been for millennia. And I've been waiting for the right person to help me fix it."
Zhang's jaw tightened. "Help you fix it, or help you control it?"
Li laughed—a warm, genuine sound that didn't match the coldness in his eyes. "Smart. Very smart. That's exactly why I need you."
He reached into his desk and pulled out a scroll, unrolling it across the polished wood. Zhang stepped closer and saw it was a map. Not of the physical world, but of the Celestial Bureaucracy itself—every department, every level, every hidden pathway between realms.
"This," Li said, tapping the map, "is the real power structure. Not the one they show new recruits. The one that actually runs things."
Zhang studied the map. At the center, marked in gold ink, was a single word: *Jade Emperor's Throne Room.*
"Your job," Li continued, "is to help me get there."
The office door slammed open. Standing in the doorway was a woman in flowing white robes, her face twisted with fury. Golden light radiated from her body, and the temperature in the room dropped twenty degrees.
"Li Feng," she hissed. "You're recruiting mortals now? How far you've fallen."
Li didn't flinch. "Lady Meng, how delightful to see you. I thought you were busy with the reincarnation tea."
The woman—Lady Meng, the Goddess of Forgetfulness—stepped into the room, her eyes fixed on Zhang. "This one. He's been flagged by the monitoring system. Accessing restricted records. Tampering with the administrative interface."
"Allegedly," Li said smoothly.
"I'm taking him to the Celestial Audit Department for questioning." Lady Meng reached for Zhang's arm.
Li moved faster. He stepped between them, his smile never wavering. "I'm afraid I can't let you do that. Zhang Wei is a valued member of my department now. And he has... immunity from standard review processes."
Lady Meng's eyes narrowed. "Since when does your department grant immunities?"
"Since I started keeping records of everyone who's ever taken a bribe, altered a karma balance, or reassigned a demon king to a clerical position." Li's voice was pleasant, but there was steel underneath. "Would you like me to read your file aloud, Lady Meng? It's quite detailed."
The goddess's face went pale. She stared at Li for a long moment, then turned and swept out of the room without another word.
Zhang let out a breath he didn't realize he
Zhang Wei's hand froze over the glowing sphere as the alert flashed across his vision. *Investigate and what?* The notification cut off mid-sentence, replaced by spinning runes that indicated some kind of system lag.
"Come on, come on," he muttered, watching the loading icon spin.
The white void around him flickered. For a brief second, Zhang saw something else—a massive desk covered in papers, a tea cup with steam rising, and an old man in traditional robes squinting at a scroll. Then it vanished, replaced by the endless white.
[SYSTEM MESSAGE: Alert Resolved]
[Source: Unknown]
[Status: False Positive - Karmic Echo]
Zhang blinked. False positive? He'd literally just accessed restricted records. The system should be screaming for his soul on a silver platter. Instead, it had dismissed the alert like a spam email.
*Someone's covering for me.*
The thought sent a chill down his spine. He hadn't been in the Celestial Bureaucracy long enough to make allies. The only people who knew he existed were Supervisor Hu, the receptionist who'd given him the jade token, and the grumpy clerks who ignored him in the hallways.
Unless... the system itself was helping him.
No. That was paranoid. Systems didn't have agendas. They just processed data.
But this was a celestial system. And Zhang had already seen how much of it ran on blind faith and outdated protocols.
He dismissed the thought and focused on the file he'd uncovered. The records of his death—no, his *murder by incompetence*. The error log was detailed, timestamped, and damning. Clerk ID 2319 had processed the wrong Zhang Wei. There were two of them in the same city, same age, same district. One died of a heart attack at his desk. The other was supposed to live another forty-three years.
Clerk ID 2319 clicked on the wrong name.
And Supervisor Hu had buried the correction request.
Zhang pulled up the current status of the correction request. It was still pending, buried under seventeen layers of "under review" subcategories. The estimated resolution time: 127 years.
"One hundred and twenty-seven years," Zhang said out loud. "I've been dead for a week and they're telling me the fix will take a century."
The sphere pulsed, almost sympathetically.
He needed leverage. Something that would make Supervisor Hu sit up and pay attention. Something that would make the entire department afraid of what Zhang Wei, Junior Clerk, knew.
He started digging.
The system was vast—an ocean of data stretching across timelines, dimensions, and afterlives. Zhang navigated through the Karmic Ledger, skimming through entries that detailed the moral accounts of every soul in his assigned division. Most were boring: minor debts, small virtues, the usual balance of good and bad that made up a mortal life.
But then he found something interesting.
A ledger entry from three hundred years ago. A soul named Li Feng had accumulated massive negative karma—murder, betrayal, corruption. The kind of soul that got sent straight to the deepest hells for ten thousand years of purification.
Except Li Feng hadn't been sent to hell.
Zhang checked the disposition record. *Reassigned to Department of Strategic Initiatives.*
That was odd. Souls with high negative karma weren't reassigned. They were punished. That was the whole point of the karmic system—you reap what you sow.
He pulled up the Department of Strategic Initiatives. The records were sparse, filled with redacted sections and "classification pending" notes. But he found one thing: the department's current director.
Li Feng.
The same Li Feng who should have been burning in hell for the past three centuries was now a department director in the Celestial Bureaucracy.
Zhang leaned back, processing this. Someone had pulled strings. Big strings. The kind of strings that only a high-ranking immortal could pull.
He checked Li Feng's current karma balance. It was pristine—almost suspiciously clean. Every negative entry had been expunged, replaced with virtues and merits that looked manufactured.
The system flagged the entries as "verified by Celestial Audit Department."
*Of course it did.*
Zhang made a copy of the records and moved on. If Li Feng was this high up, there had to be others. Other souls who'd been given second chances that violated every rule in the celestial handbook.
He found seventeen more cases in the next thirty minutes. All high-karma debtors. All reassigned to cushy bureaucratic positions. All with their records sanitized and approved by the Audit Department.
But the most interesting case was the most recent: a soul named Kang Min-ho, processed just six months ago. Karma debt: -873,000 points. That was enough to earn a soul a one-way ticket to the Hell of Endless Paper Cuts.
Instead, Kang Min-ho had been assigned to the Department of Mortal Affairs as a Senior Clerk. Same department as Zhang.
Same department as Supervisor Hu.
Zhang pulled up Kang Min-ho's file and felt his blood run cold.
*Name: Kang Min-ho*
*Mortal Identity: CEO, Yongin Heavy Industries*
*Cause of Death: Stabbed 47 times by factory workers*
*Past Life: Demon King of the Third Hell (Term expired)*
Zhang read the last line three times, hoping it would change.
*Past Life: Demon King of the Third Hell (Term expired)*
The Celestial Bureaucracy had employed a *demon king*. Not just any demon king—the ruler of an entire hell realm. And they'd given him a desk job processing mortal paperwork.
This wasn't just corruption. This was a security breach of cosmic proportions.
Zhang's mind raced. If he reported this, he'd be a hero. Or he'd be dead. Probably both, in that order. The people who'd orchestrated this wouldn't want some junior clerk exposing their little arrangement.
He needed to be smart about this.
He started copying all the files he could find, creating a backup in the administrative interface's hidden memory banks. If he died—again—someone needed to know the truth.
The sphere pulsed, and a new notification appeared.
[SYSTEM MESSAGE: New Request]
[Source: Department of Strategic Initiatives]
[Recipient: Zhang Wei - ID 7845-B]
[Subject: Transfer Offer]
Zhang stared at the message. He hadn't applied for a transfer. He hadn't even told anyone he was investigating. How did the Department of Strategic Initiatives know he existed?
He opened the request.
*Dear Clerk Zhang Wei,*
*Your performance in the Department of Mortal Affairs has been noted by our recruitment team. We believe your skills would be better utilized in our department, which handles high-priority strategic initiatives for the Celestial Bureaucracy.*
*Benefits include:*
*- Increased salary (3,000 karma credits/month)*
*- Private office with window (views of the Celestial Gardens)*
*- Access to restricted administrative functions*
*- Immunity from standard performance reviews*
*Please report to the Department of Strategic Initiatives main office by the end of the current celestial cycle for onboarding.*
*Signed,*
*Li Feng, Director*
Zhang's hands trembled. This was either an incredible opportunity or a trap. Probably both.
He checked the timestamp on the transfer request. It had been generated exactly three minutes after he'd accessed Kang Min-ho's file.
Someone was watching him. Someone very high up.
And they wanted him close.
He had two choices: accept the transfer and walk into the lion's den, or refuse and hope the demon king didn't decide to "handle" the junior clerk who'd been snooping through his file.
Zhang thought about the Hell of Unending Data Entry that had been his original punishment. He thought about Supervisor Hu, who'd let his death go uncorrected. He thought about the seventeen other souls who'd been given cushy afterlife jobs while real sinners burned.
He selected *Accept Transfer*.
The sphere pulsed once, and the white void around him dissolved into a new scene. Zhang found himself standing in an office. Not the gray cubicle farm of Mortal Affairs, but a real office—polished wooden desk, a window overlooking a garden of glowing flowers, walls lined with scrolls of ancient calligraphy.
And behind the desk sat a man.
He was handsome in an unsettling way. Perfect features, sharp eyes, and a smile that didn't quite reach his gaze. He wore modern business attire instead of robes, which made him stand out in the celestial setting.
"Welcome, Zhang Wei," the man said, his voice smooth as silk. "I'm Director Li. Please, have a seat."
Zhang didn't sit. "You knew I'd find the files."
Li's smile widened. "I was counting on it. Do you know how long I've been looking for someone who could navigate the administrative interface without triggering a full system lockdown? Three hundred years. And then you show up, some dead mortal who can't even file paperwork properly, and you walk through security like it's nothing."
"You wanted me to find Kang Min-ho's file."
"I wanted you to find *all* the files. The system needs an outsider, Zhang. Someone who isn't bound by celestial protocol. Someone who can see the cracks in the foundation." Li leaned forward, his eyes glinting. "The Celestial Bureaucracy is broken. Has been for millennia. And I've been waiting for the right person to help me fix it."
Zhang's jaw tightened. "Help you fix it, or help you control it?"
Li laughed—a warm, genuine sound that didn't match the coldness in his eyes. "Smart. Very smart. That's exactly why I need you."
He reached into his desk and pulled out a scroll, unrolling it across the polished wood. Zhang stepped closer and saw it was a map. Not of the physical world, but of the Celestial Bureaucracy itself—every department, every level, every hidden pathway between realms.
"This," Li said, tapping the map, "is the real power structure. Not the one they show new recruits. The one that actually runs things."
Zhang studied the map. At the center, marked in gold ink, was a single word: *Jade Emperor's Throne Room.*
"Your job," Li continued, "is to help me get there."
The office door slammed open. Standing in the doorway was a woman in flowing white robes, her face twisted with fury. Golden light radiated from her body, and the temperature in the room dropped twenty degrees.
"Li Feng," she hissed. "You're recruiting mortals now? How far you've fallen."
Li didn't flinch. "Lady Meng, how delightful to see you. I thought you were busy with the reincarnation tea."
The woman—Lady Meng, the Goddess of Forgetfulness—stepped into the room, her eyes fixed on Zhang. "This one. He's been flagged by the monitoring system. Accessing restricted records. Tampering with the administrative interface."
"Allegedly," Li said smoothly.
"I'm taking him to the Celestial Audit Department for questioning." Lady Meng reached for Zhang's arm.
Li moved faster. He stepped between them, his smile never wavering. "I'm afraid I can't let you do that. Zhang Wei is a valued member of my department now. And he has... immunity from standard review processes."
Lady Meng's eyes narrowed. "Since when does your department grant immunities?"
"Since I started keeping records of everyone who's ever taken a bribe, altered a karma balance, or reassigned a demon king to a clerical position." Li's voice was pleasant, but there was steel underneath. "Would you like me to read your file aloud, Lady Meng? It's quite detailed."
The goddess's face went pale. She stared at Li for a long moment, then turned and swept out of the room without another word.
Zhang let out a breath he didn't realize he