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Chapter 434 Mo Wang Mansion Job Fair: If You Have a Dream, Come Join Us

three days ago.

Unknown Realm - Mowang Mansion.

This is the infamous haunted house in the Uncharted Realm, where spirits unable to reincarnate gather, and eerie winds blow, accompanied by ghostly wails and howls.

But at this moment, the most mournful cry came not from the drifting ghosts, but from a living person.

A corporate slave who works overtime to the point of mental breakdown.

“Ahhhhh——!”

The piercing roar threatened to tear off the roof of Mo Wang Mansion, and even the Mo Wang Heart Key Spirit and Mo Wang Pavilion Monster, trembling in the corner, couldn't help but cover their ears.

A human-sized, furry robin plush toy stared blankly at the sky, occasionally letting out a ghostly cry, and banging its head against the desk with loud thuds.

Indistinct curses came from beneath the bird-head mask.

"I quit... you idiot lord... I quit...!"

"Hahaha, let's all die together!"

"I wish I could die."

The demoness Mo Wangtian, dressed in red, squatted down and patted the giant bird's head helplessly, as if she were soothing a cat with its fur standing on end.

"OK OK."

Her voice carried a hint of a headache, "Just try a little harder, tomorrow will be better."

Mo Wangtian Demoness clenched her little fist and gave her an encouraging look.

"Tomorrow." The robin's hood was pushed off from the inside, revealing the face of a young woman smeared with tears and makeup.

"Heavenly Demoness!" Shen Shen grabbed Mo Wang Heavenly Demoness's leg and cried his heart out, "I don't want to live anymore! Give me a quick death, my darling!"

"Alright, don't cry, don't cry." Mo Wangtian Demoness patted Shen Shen's head.

She sighed, pulled a handkerchief from thin air, and smeared it on the other person's face.

"If you're really feeling tired..." the Demoness whispered furtively in Shen Shen's ear, "...you can...babbling away."

The general idea is that if you feel tired, you can call on a spirit to come and help you.

However, there is no precedent for this.

Since its establishment, apart from the master and administrator, all other staff members in the Mo Wang Mansion have been Mo Wang Card Spirits, and no living or dead spirits have ever been assigned to these positions.

Normally, the daily reincarnation matters can be handled by the Lord of the Manor, the Administrator, and Mo Wangka Ling.

However, this is a special period. Souls that die with a sanity rate below 50% will not go to the underworld, but will be absorbed and recharged by 003. This has caused a large number of 'abnormal reincarnations', and the workload of Mo Wangfu is four times that of usual.

With the position of prefectural head vacant, all management matters fell on the shoulders of 'supervisor' Shen Shen.

They successfully drove the robin crazy.

But the Heavenly Demoness's words rekindled a glimmer of hope in Shen Shen: "Can it really be done like this?"

"It's acceptable according to the rules," the Heavenly Demoness nodded gently.

The rules set by the Left Envoy of the Underworld and the Lord of the Palace of Forgetfulness do not explicitly prohibit allowing other spirits to help handle matters within the palace. Logically, this is feasible, but it carries the risk of violating the three commandments of the Underworld.

The three commandments of the underworld are: do not blaspheme the gods, do not reveal the underworld, and do not reverse life and death. These commandments were personally set by the gods of the underworld, and there is no possibility of pleading or altering them.

Mo Wang Ka Ling cannot leave Mo Wang Mansion, and the Mansion Master has set up a [mind restriction] on them, so there is no need to worry about them violating the rules.

But if Xia Sheng and his group are assigned to the post, what if—just what if—they learn some secrets and, during a vacation or on a mission to the mortal world, leak these secrets, or accidentally save or kill someone, thus violating the precepts?

These people are also marked as employees of Mo Wangfu, so Mo Wangfu may be implicated.

However, there is a real shortage of manpower in the manor right now.

"If something happens," Shen Shen looked at the Heavenly Demoness and the other little cuties, Mo Wang, his expression somber, "can I take responsibility myself?"

They say that true friendship is revealed in times of trouble, and as a 'colleague' who worked endless overtime with her, she really didn't want to drag them down with her.

“We’ll be alright,” the Heavenly Demoness comforted her. “This is a critical time, and this is the only way.”

"do my best!"

Shen Shen suddenly raised his head and took off his robin hood.

On that tear-smeared face, a desperate light shone.

"Heavenly Demoness, draft the contract!"

"I want the strictest kind: anyone who takes responsibility for their own life or death, and anyone who leaks information will be executed. I will bear all the responsibility!"

The Heavenly Demoness paused for a moment, looked at the woman in front of her, and silently nodded.

The idea that "I will take full responsibility" is a joke in the face of the Heavenly Moon's [Judgment].

"I'll personally go to the underworld to recruit people!" Shen Shen said, then turned and walked out of the mansion, his back view carrying a resolute air of "it's all or nothing."

……

A job posting exploded like a depth charge in the lifeless underworld.

Mo Wang Mansion urgently needs several staff members. Excellent compensation and benefits. Details to be discussed in person.

The short line of text stretched from the top of Reincarnation Snow Mountain to its foot, emitting a faint golden light, and could be clearly seen by every passing undead.

The entire underworld fell silent for a moment.

The next second, a clamor erupted.

"Hiring? I've been dead for so many years, and this is the first time I've ever heard of the Mo Wang Manor hiring?"

"Excellent benefits? How excellent? Can you let me cut in line and be born into a better family?"

A hanged ghost stuck out his tongue and excitedly jumped around: "Does it come with the five social insurances and one housing fund? Do you get compensatory time off for overtime?"

A ghost who had recently died looked bewildered and said, "Brother, we're all dead, what do we need social security and housing fund for? Why don't we ask if we can go back to the mortal world? I miss my baby."

"Wanting to go back to the real world? You're dreaming."

"What if?"

Amidst the commotion, some shrewd ghosts sensed something was amiss.

What is Mo Wang Mansion? It is a transit hub between the underworld and the mortal world, directly under the jurisdiction of the Left Divine Envoy. All the staff inside are Mo Wang Card Spirits, and they never have contact with the outside world.

Are they so short of people that they have to come to the underworld to recruit them?

What exactly happened in the mortal world and the underworld?
The message was reported up the chain of command and soon reached the hands of another ruler of the underworld.

The Right Divine Envoy of the Underworld, who locks away the moon of heaven.

She possesses the supreme authority of judgment in the underworld, responsible for judging all transgressions, including those of another divine messenger.

Ten no Tsuki slowly raised her eyes, her gaze falling on the Reincarnation Snow Mountain.

"Among the rules set by the Left Divine Envoy, is there a clause prohibiting Mo Wang Mansion from recruiting workers from the Underworld?" Tian Zhiyue caught an ordinary undead and asked coldly.

The necromancer shuddered: "...Never before."

"Then there is no rule to judge."

She raised her eyes, her gaze piercing through the Reincarnation Snow Mountain, looking towards the direction of Mo Wang Mansion.

"Are you playing with fire, Mickey?"

Mickey, the usually meticulous Left Divine Envoy, surprisingly made no restrictions on Mo Wang Mansion's recruitment of workers when formulating the rules.

If something happens.

That would mean losing your entire Mo Wang Manor.

It's not a big deal if someone simply breaks the rules; the real problem is when they break the rules while carrying the prefix "[Mo Wangfu]".

For the first time in a thousand years, Mo Wang Mansion has been in chaos, hosting a "job fair" that is bustling with activity.

"Tell me your dreams," Shen Shen asked earnestly, looking at the countless undead below the stage.

The Winged Demon - Bo Xun burst forth with wings and replied seriously, "Boss, you know me. I can fly. I've dreamed of soaring into the sky since I was a child."

Shiranui's warrior pulled Bo Xun aside, his gaze sharp: "Master, don't listen to its nonsense. You know, our Shiranui clan has always taken it upon ourselves to slay demons and monsters and do righteous deeds!"

The engraving blacksmith pushed aside the horde of undead, casually reclining on the interview table. Propping his head up with one hand, he gave Shen Shen a flirtatious wink: "Honey, choose me."

"Just provide food and lodging, and give me one day off each year to go back to the real world."

Upon hearing this, the undead panicked and shouted, "Choose me! Choose me! Just give me one day off every two years!"

"Me! Me! Me! I'd even take just one day off every five years!"

"Get out of my way, everyone! Pick me, supervisor! No need to provide food or lodging, just give me one day off every ten years!"

The demon Chiriato from the other side: "Roar—"

The Bone King then sang: "Woo—Oh—"

In order to 'live' for another day, experts from all sides engage in a chaotic frenzy.

Shen Shen raised his hand and pressed down lightly.

There was no sound, just a simple movement, but the invisible pressure instantly silenced the deafening wailing and howling.

Countless greedy, lustful, and crazed eyes were fixed on her.

Shen Shen's gaze passed over the hordes of demons who were fighting tooth and nail in the front row, through the horde of monsters, and landed on two quiet figures in the corner.

"What about you two?"

The demons were taken aback and turned around in the direction of her gaze. The noisy crowd automatically parted to make way, exposing the man and woman in the corner to all the ghosts and monsters.

The man's name is Albus, and the woman's name is Exeria.

They were the examiners of the sixth level of the Reincarnation Snow Mountain, and their strength was considerable. Many of the undead present recognized them.

Despite being the center of attention, the two showed no signs of nervousness or unease.

Albus paused for a moment, looked up at Shen Shen behind the interview table, and calmly said, "We're both fine with holidays." He then changed the subject.

"But if we only hire one..."

He glanced at Axelasia beside him; she was looking at him with clear and firm eyes.

Albus turned around, his gaze returning to Shen Shen's face, his words clear and distinct: "If they're only hiring one, then the two of us are out of the running."

These words caused an uproar among the demons.

"Are you stupid? You're going to negotiate for this kind of opportunity?"

"Exactly! Let one go in first, and then we'll figure out how to get the other one in later!"

The engraving blacksmith chuckled and lazily called out in Shen Shen's direction, "Honey, you see, I'm the more sensible one. As long as you beg me, I'll forge love marks for you every day!"

Shen Shen ignored the noisy voices and just looked at Albus.

"Do not."

She uttered a word.

"We're recruiting three people this time. One position has already been filled, and there are two spots left."

This news is even more like a bombshell than the job posting just now.

Two spots available!

Hoping it will double!
The undead below the stage went completely mad.

"Ooh—oh—"

The Bone King excitedly sang again, and an even louder, more off-key aria rose from the ground.

"If we recruit two," Albus and Acycia exchanged a glance, both seeing the glint in each other's eyes, and replied in unison, "we can give it a try."

"Alright then." Shen Shen stood up, his fingers flashing through the air so fast they left afterimages.

"Winged Demon - Mara".

"Takebe of Shiranui".

"The Demon-Carving Blacksmith".

"The evil spirit Ciarito from the other side."

"The Bone King".

"Albus, Exeria."

"And you, you, you..."

She called out sixteen names in one breath. The ghosts that were called were stunned at first, then burst into wild howls of joy, while those that were not called were as if they had lost their parents, and the whole ghosts dimmed.

Shen Shen looked at the sixteen figures of different shapes and sizes who stood out on the stage, his face expressionless.

"Old rules."

The sixteen finalists held their breath, and the surrounding undead also stretched their necks.

Shen Shen's voice echoed in the air above the Mo Wangfu job fair venue.

"Free team formation, doubles."

"Woo—!" The Bone King responded with a loud song, and the other undead who were called out were eager to try their luck.

An hour later, the eight teams successfully competed to determine the winner.

Unsurprisingly, the examiners were Albus and Excalibur from the sixth floor.

The two had served as examiners for countless sessions, and their tacit understanding was unmatched by any other team.

"Manager—honey—choose another one—" Countless screams rang out again.

"Heavenly Demoness, see the guest out." Shen Shen raised his hand, his voice icy.

The Heavenly Demoness received the order and waved her hand towards the crowd of ghosts and monsters.

Countless dark forces emerged from the waters of the Netherworld, dragging the unwilling undead back to the underworld.

The job fair finally quieted down.

"Congratulations to both of you." Shen Shen forced a friendly smile. "You've successfully landed positions at Mo Wangfu."

Albus and Acyria exchanged a glance, suppressing the raging fire of death within them, and looked at Shen Shen behind the interview table.

"So, what is our job?" Albus asked cautiously, voicing the question all the undead cared about most. "Can we... have a day off?"

The truly top-tier employees never ask how many days off they get in a year, they only ask if they get any at all.

Even just one day back in the real world would be enough.

Shen Shen looked at the two of them with a complex expression in his eyes.

“To be precise,” she said, emphasizing each word, “your work is related to the present world.”

"..."

"..."

The expectation on their faces turned into complete bewilderment.

Back to the real world... to work?
For a soul that has been dead for countless years, this statement is terrifying—no, terrifying.

Seeing their expressions, Shen Shen didn't bother to explain. She waved her hand towards the shadows deep within the hall.

"Xia Sheng, explain this to them."

A figure slowly emerged from the shadows.

Albus recognized the person and raised an eyebrow, his tense expression relaxing: "The third one is Xia Sheng. That's reassuring."

Xia Sheng nodded to them, then turned to Shen Shen with a serious expression: "They are undead. They won't remember what we say to them. We need to give them a physical body first."

flesh!

The two words exploded like thunder in the depths of Albus and Excalibur's souls.

The two of them stared wide-eyed at the same time, their eyes burning with undisguised longing and anticipation.

Shen Shen pondered for a moment, then nodded: "That's true."

She waved to the two of them.

"You two come with me."

"Really...really?!" Albus's voice trembled with excitement, and he laughed like a boy who was hundreds of years old. "Um...does Mr. Mickey agree?"

The moment the word "Mickey" was uttered, the air temperature inside the Mo Wang Mansion plummeted to freezing.

Xia Sheng, standing next to him, covered his forehead with a helpless expression.

Shen took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, as if suppressing some emotion; his expression was unreadable.

“Mr. Mickey is too busy to come back and deal with these little things.”

Having said that, she said no more and turned to walk deeper into the Mo Wang Mansion.

Xia Sheng and Abusi immediately followed.

Walking down the long, dark corridor, Xia Sheng hesitated for a moment, then leaned close to Shen Shen and asked in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Is the Mickey in the real world really Mr. Mickey?"

In the underworld, even ghosts with some seniority have to address Mickey as "Sir".

But who could have imagined that the dignified Left Envoy of the God of the Underworld, the ruler who holds the authority over the [rules] of the Underworld, has now become... an indescribable big child.

"This idiot may be an idiot, but he didn't do anything wrong."

Shen Shen frowned, raised her wrist, and showed Xia Sheng the data jumping on her supercomputing ring.

Sanity rate: 62%
A number that is in grave danger.

“Amnesia is the right thing to do,” she added.

Xia Sheng paused, his expression extremely solemn.

“You mean…” he struggled to find the words, “Mr. Mickey, in order to maintain his sanity, went so far as to… transform himself into that?”

"Probably," Shen said in a deep voice. "I'll send him to the Soul-Binding Division. There's no physical danger, his memories will be erased intermittently, and he won't suffer a mental breakdown. He can survive."

"But I don't know what he's waiting for by staying alive."

Xia Sheng didn't know the answer to this question either, so he didn't ask any further.

Soon, the four arrived at a closed and dark room.

"Go in," Shen Shen said to Albus and the other person, pointing to the two blank bodies.

Blank body, that is, an artificial body without memory.

Albus and Axelcia paused in their breathing, feeling their hearts, which had been stagnant for hundreds of years, begin to beat again.

With a physical body, one can truly fight!
With a physical body, food can taste good!
The two were excitedly thinking as they floated toward the two blank bodies.

Xia Sheng stared at the glass tube containing the blank, then suddenly remembered something. His brows furrowed more and more as he turned to Shen Shen and asked, "Supervisor, what's this glass tube called? It doesn't look like ordinary glass."

"Oh, this one," Shen Shen said casually. "This is called a Dream Tube, also known as a Vacuum Tube."

"The person inside will have virtual dreams, and at the same time, the physical body's time will be sealed."

"When that idiot lord first had his memories erased, the system showed that it would take sixteen years to erase them!"

"Can I wait for him for sixteen years!" she said angrily.

"I can only sleep in the Dream Chamber for sixteen years, then the Heavenly Demoness will wake me up, and the first thing I'll see when I wake up is that stupid, idiotic face of the Palace Master!"

"I freaking really..."

She launched into a tirade, and Xia Sheng didn't dare to interrupt.

(End of this chapter)