A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

Name! Gender! Age!

Inside the spiritual platform, the inner demon from the Inner Demon Division was glaring menacingly at the cunning little bastard in front of him.

Damn it, if it hadn't reacted quickly, it would have gotten hit over the head with a stick!

"Ji Zuodao, male, nineteen years old."

Ji Zuodao squatted in the corner of the altar, honest and straightforward, answering every question.

But inwardly he cursed his bad luck.

He felt he hadn't done anything wrong!

If an unfamiliar inner demon suddenly appears in one's own mind, isn't that just like a thief breaking into one's house?

If we don't go up and beat him up, are we just going to leave him around for the New Year?

The only miscalculation was that this thief... no, this inner demon, was damn good at fighting.

His blunt attack, which had been brewing for 0.3 seconds and embodied the essence of a lifetime of sneak attacks, didn't even graz the hem of the other person's clothes.

He died before his business was even halfway done, his mission unfulfilled.

Ugh, so frustrating.

Hey, how could it not be strong?

These "regular troops" of the Inner Demon Division were all forcibly cut out from the inner demon tribulations of the Tribulation Realm experts.

Only after going through layers of political review, KPI assessment, and careful selection are they admitted into the staff!

The main selling point is someone who is highly skilled, experienced, and capable of handling any challenge.

As for those who failed the interview, failed the assessment, or failed the background check...

Ha ha.

I hope my inner demons... can also be reincarnated.

"You?"

The civil servant, with his arms crossed, scanned Ji Zuodao up and down with the same scrutinizing gaze one would give a potential corrupt official.

"Do we need to borrow the true spirit to condense a Dharma form?"

"Yes." Ji Zuodao nodded.

"And what about your inner demons?"

The civil servant's inner demons furrowed so deeply they could trap flies, pointing to the thick, impenetrable aura of greed, anger, ignorance, pride, and doubt surrounding him.

"Don't give me that 'enlightened mind' nonsense. The air quality here is so bad it's giving me a work-related injury!"

"Oh, my inner demon..."

Ji Zuodao blinked:

"We've reached a key strategic research cooperation agreement with the state, and now we've designated a pilot area, established our own territory, and are off to develop it."

The Civil Servant's Inner Demon: "...???"

It got stuck.

The CPU almost overheated.

Wait a minute, there's a lot of information here, I need to sort it out...

Key strategic research cooperation projects?

With the country?

Land demarcation?

Establish yourself as king?

Is this the kind of career plan a person with a deep-seated inner demon should have?!

This setup, this treatment, this social status...

What the hell!

Doesn't this completely crush that 9-to-5 grind, clocking in and out, having to watch your boss's face, and constantly getting complaints?!

"No...why should I?"

The voice of the civil servant's inner demon was slightly distorted; pointing at Ji Zuodao, his finger trembled, filled with grief and incomprehension at the violation of his demonic values.

"By the way, how come your inner demons are doing better than you?!"

"This is fucking..."

"This is turning the Heavenly Gang upside down!!"

Ji Zuodao scratched his head, thought seriously for two seconds, and then nodded sincerely:

"That's true."

Ji Zhengdao, that guy, although nominally the "research subject".

But that was the first case of a deep cooperation with the state, a special and unusual one, officially written in an official document!

Their status is frighteningly high.

He was the kind of important figure that Ji Zuodao had to report, go through procedures, and wait for approval to see even if he wanted to meet him.

Add to that the bug-level death reversal rule in the bizarre realm...

Good heavens, well-informed tycoons have been practically wearing down the threshold of the relevant departments lately.

They rubbed their hands together, smiling ingratiatingly, their words conveying the same message:

Leader, what do you think of this key national project... is it short of funding?

Is investment necessary?

We may not have much else here, but we have plenty of money!

Patriotic fervor is running high! Supporting national scientific research is our bounden duty!

It's less of an investment and more of a desperate attempt to force money in.

They were afraid that if they were late, someone else would snatch up this precious spot that "costs them a life."

Ji Zuodao didn't feel jealous at all.

Ji Zhengdao's ability to reach this level is due to his own skills.

Besides, they were sworn brothers back then, and Ji Zuodao was the elder brother!

If the younger brother does well, doesn't that mean the older brother is proud? As for the younger brother's resources... well, when the older brother needs them, it's only natural for him to borrow them.

This is called resource sharing; when brothers are of one mind, their strength can break even metal!

"that……"

Ji Zuodao rubbed his hands together, gazing expectantly at the civil servant's inner demon who was still doubting the existence of the demon, and whispered a reminder.

"Boss, do you think... we can start the self-examination now? I'm still waiting for a breakthrough."

"Oh, okay, okay."

The civil servant snapped out of his daze, but inwardly let out a long sigh.

It's true what they say: compare goods and you'll throw them away; compare demons and you'll die.

Look at their inner demons; they've managed to negotiate cooperation with the government and secure land and projects.

Then look at myself, I get up earlier than the chickens and go to bed later than the dogs, I get a fixed salary, I do work that offends people, and I get complaints about my poor service attitude from time to time.

It's emo.

I'm really getting emo.

It shook its head, trying to suppress the negative emotions of "life is not worth living," and resumed its professional poker face as a civil servant, opening the "heart-searching assessment file" in its hand that was filled with the fluctuations of the laws of heaven.

According to the regulations, each person's self-examination checkpoint is tailored to their life experience, spiritual practice, psychological qualities, and other factors, emphasizing a personalized and differentiated service.

Promising individuals like Ji Zuodao, who seem to possess "a clear understanding of the Dao," are especially under close scrutiny.

This usually means that someone has probably already been on the watch list of some powerful figure, just waiting for the political review results to be released before being "directly recruited".

"Sizzle—"

The file folder was torn open.

A fierce and incomparable aura of killing intent, almost solidified into a tangible form, burst forth from the document like a peerless, deadly blade drawn from its sheath!

The sheer intensity, purity, and domineering nature of the killing intent instantly diluted the sticky greed, anger, and delusion within his mind!

The civil servant, gripped by a sudden tremor, nearly dropped his personnel file.

It stared intently at the document—

On the pristine white paper, there were no lengthy evaluation items or complicated psychological scales.

There is only one word.

A work written with bold, heavy strokes, its force penetrating the paper, seemingly carrying the sounds of endless bloodshed and the cries of war—

kill!

"Holy crap?!"

The civil servant's pupils constricted suddenly, almost thinking he was seeing things.

To test one's conscience with murder?!

This is one of the most difficult and dangerous tests of self-examination!

It is usually only matched with ruthless characters who are burdened with killing karma, have a fierce destiny, or have an extremely domineering path of cultivation!

This is fucking...

This little bastard looks sly and wicked, but he's actually so bloodthirsty inside?!

I reckon they've already been targeted by those big shots.

who can that be?

Venus?

That guy is known for his kind face but ruthless heart, always smiling while stabbing someone in the back without blinking... but this murderous aura seems a bit off?

No, no!

The civil servant's inner demons shook their heads violently.

With this little rascal's despicable nature, his wicked ways, and the environment in his spiritual realm that's comparable to a demon's lair...

Aside from those in heaven, it's not impossible that it could also be those bloodthirsty lords in the underworld!

Its fingers, which were gripping the file, turned slightly white. When it looked at Ji Zuodao again, its gaze had completely changed.

The resentment from before had long since vanished, leaving only a strong sense of vigilance, curiosity, and a barely perceptible sense of awe.

This is going to be a tough test for this kid.