Villain? No, I'll catch up with the protagonist after passing the civil service exam.

The afterglow of the setting sun was like a thick layer of broken gold, slowly flowing across the asphalt road.

Lu Jingyan's long, straight legs stopped abruptly just as he was about to step out of the security line of the Supernatural Phenomena Management Bureau.

The hard soles of military tactical boots rubbed against the ground, producing a short, steady, soft sound.

Zhao Tiezhu, who was walking ahead, was already thinking about the seafood barbecue he would have that evening.

Hearing the noise, his towering frame slammed on the brakes, nearly falling off the spot.

He turned his shiny bald head with some confusion, a vein bulging on his thick neck.

"Boss, why are we stopping?"

Zhao Tiezhu's loud voice sounded somewhat abrupt in the evening breeze, breaking the originally tranquil atmosphere.

He followed Lu Jingyan's gaze and looked back.

Apart from a brightly lit office building, he saw nothing else.

Su Xiaoxiao also stopped, her large black trench coat swaying gently with her movements.

She keenly noticed a slight change in Lu Jingyan's breathing rhythm.

The cold, hardened feeling of being in a state of constant readiness is fading, replaced by a profound sense of reflection.

Lu Jingyan slowly turned around, his deep black eyes gazing quietly at the building behind him.

As night fell, hundreds of glass windows in the main building of the Administration Bureau simultaneously lit up with incandescent lights.

Through those bright windows, one can clearly see a vivid picture that can be described as magical realism.

In the tax declaration hall on the third floor.

The vampire count who once dominated Europe was now wearing reading glasses and rapidly tapping away at a calculator with his pale, slender hands.

His handsome face was filled with utter despair at the sight of modern financial statements.

He was arguing with the window staff over a few hundred yuan of personal income tax deduction, and his spittle was practically flying everywhere.

Outside the security mediation room on the fourth floor.

The thousand-year-old tree demon, who was just captured yesterday, is now diligently cleaning up its fallen dead leaves with a mop, his old face full of bitterness.

A city management officer standing nearby was holding a ticket and sternly criticizing him for littering plant debris and damaging the city's appearance.

The tree demon bowed and scraped repeatedly, showing none of the imposing manner of a thousand-year-old demon.

As Lu Jingyan watched these absurd scenes, so full of the warmth of everyday life, a faint smile curved his lips.

The large-scale violent arrests and physical exorcisms have indeed come to an end.

Those parasites that attempted to overturn the rules of the plane have been uprooted.

However, the real challenge has only just begun.

Destroying an old world only requires a few antimatter missiles, but building a new order requires years of meticulous work.

Just as Lu Jingyan was deep in thought, a series of impatient stomping sounds came from the gatehouse.

A little old man wearing a green robe and with a few ginseng leaves on his head was sweating profusely as he fiddled with a smartphone.

His fingers, withered like tree roots, pounded against the screen with a loud thud.

"What kind of junk is this! Are they taking advantage of old people who don't understand high-tech stuff?!"

The ginseng spirit, its beard trembling with rage, loudly complained to the gatekeeper in the reception room.

"I already told you I'm a local spirit from Changbai Mountain, here to take the civil service exam, so why can't I pass this anti-addiction facial recognition test?!"

"They insisted that my specimen was an unidentified plant sample and told me to get a certificate from the Agriculture and Forestry Bureau!"

The security guard helplessly spread his hands, indicating that he was powerless to help.

Lu Jingyan raised an eyebrow slightly.

He strode forward, his black tactical cloak drawing a sharp line in the evening breeze, heading straight for the ginseng spirit.

Su Xiaoxiao and Zhao Tiezhu exchanged a glance and quickly followed.

The ginseng spirit was cursing vehemently when it suddenly felt a cold shadow loom over its head.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze in an instant, and the temperature plummeted.

He subconsciously raised his head.

My gaze met a pair of unfathomable black eyes that shone with absolute rationality.

With just this one exchange of glances, a storm was stirred up deep within the ginseng spirit's soul.

This aura is terrifying.

This kind of legal authority, suppressed by the laws of Heaven, is even more terrifying than the ninety-nine heavenly tribulations he overcame back then.

He had lived for a thousand years and dodged countless traps set by ginseng harvesters, but at this moment he felt a suffocating sense of being locked in a lower dimension.

Could this be the legendary King Yama who killed even the creator god?

The ginseng spirit's knees buckled, and he almost dropped the latest smartphone in his hand.

"Chief...Chief, please spare me! I was just complaining a bit, I absolutely didn't mean to cause any trouble!"

He was so frightened that his voice cracked, and the ginseng leaves above his head wilted instantly.

Lu Jingyan did not get angry.

He reached out his large, well-defined hand and steadily caught the phone that was about to fall to the ground.

His movements were steady and powerful, without the slightest hint of condescension.

"The underlying algorithm library for facial recognition has not yet included cross-species skeletal feature data."

Lu Jingyan's voice was calm, as if he were stating a common scientific research problem.

"This was an oversight on our part, and it has caused you inconvenience."

He handed the phone back to the ginseng spirit, his gaze sweeping over the old face etched with wrinkles.

"Go to the household registration department on the second floor and find Officer Wang. Ask him to use the special biological green channel for you and manually enter your iris information."

The ginseng spirit took the phone with both hands, dumbfounded, his face full of disbelief and shock.

This man, rumored to be a god of death, was actually trying to reason with him?

They even admitted that it was an oversight in their management system.

"Thank you... thank you, Director Lu!"

The ginseng spirit was so moved that tears welled up in its eyes. It bowed repeatedly and then, like a pilgrim carrying a royal decree, dashed into the building.

Watching the green figure disappear behind the access control, Lu Jingyan sighed softly.

Su Xiaoxiao walked to his side and keenly caught the deeper meaning in that sigh.

"Director Lu, do you feel that our current system is not perfect enough?"

Lu Jingyan turned his head, looked at Su Xiaoxiao's eyes that sparkled with wisdom, and nodded slightly.

"It is easier to conquer a country than to govern it."

His gaze once again passed over the gate and landed on the myriad lights of the city.

"We crushed those privileged classes with violence and the law, forcing these outcasts to bow their heads."

"But a true society governed by the rule of law needs more than just deterrence."

Lu Jingyan's tone became more profound than ever before, and every word he uttered revealed the grand vision of a law enforcer.

"It needs constant repair and needs to accommodate new life that is willing to follow the rules."

"From medical insurance for demons and monsters to employment guidance for spiritual beings, and then to the market regulation of special skills."

"These blank areas are like a huge, riddled-with-holes net."

"If these holes are not patched up one by one, sooner or later, new chaos will arise again."

Zhao Tiezhu, listening from the side, kept scratching his head. Although he didn't understand many of the technical terms, he thought his boss was incredibly handsome at that moment.

"Boss, does that mean we'll be working overtime every day to patch up the holes?"

Zhao Tiezhu wore a bitter expression and touched his protesting stomach.

"What's a little overtime if the world can maintain order and stability?"

Lu Jingyan snorted coldly and reached into the inside pocket of his tactical coat to pull something out.

It was a black hardcover notebook with slightly worn edges.

This notebook was always kept close to his heart, and it contained countless pieces of evidence of the protagonist's crimes.

Su Xiaoxiao naturally handed over a black fountain pen from her pocket.

The unspoken understanding between the two was on full display at this moment, requiring no further words.

Lu Jingyan took the pen and gently rubbed the metal cap with his fingertips.

Click.

The sound of the pen cap being pulled off was crisp and pleasant.

He held the notebook with his left hand and gripped the pen tightly in his right, hovering it above the pristine white pages.

The evening breeze brushed against his forehead, revealing his unfathomable yet incredibly determined eyes.

In Lu Jingyan's world, that one second seemed to be stretched out infinitely.

The despair of the domineering CEO when he went bankrupt, and the wail of the Dragon King when his leg was broken, flashed through his mind.

The image flashed before my eyes: the face of a judge from the underworld humbly seeking guidance, and the city of Jinghai, reborn amidst the hustle and bustle of daily life.

All the absurd, bloody, and unbelievable past events will eventually settle into the ink that will flow from the tip of the pen.

This world does not need lofty gods to bestow miracles.

What it needs is a completely new legal code that is inclusive, fair and just.

A faint smile appeared on Lu Jingyan's lips, the composure of a victor.

It is also the expectation of a pioneer.

Without further hesitation, he decisively placed the pen tip on the blank page.

The ink spread rapidly through the paper fibers.

The brushstrokes flow like dragons and snakes, powerful and elegant.

With a steady movement of the wrist, a powerful line of regular script appeared on the paper.

Every character was written with such force that it seemed to penetrate the paper, as if it contained immense power.

This is not only a summary of the past, but also a declaration of the future order.

Su Xiaoxiao leaned forward slightly, looking curiously at the open notebook.

The night breeze lifted her hair and gently brushed against Lu Jingyan's shoulder.

Zhao Tiezhu also stood on tiptoe, his massive body pressing down on him like a small mountain.

All three people's eyes were drawn to the line of ink that had just been written.

Against the backdrop of a magnificent sunset, the words appeared exceptionally solemn and dazzling.

Lu Jingyan took out a notebook and wrote the first line: "A macro-level vision for building a harmonious society across the three realms."