"Zhang Yu!"

Amidst the repeated calls, Zhang Yu suddenly woke up, only to hear a burst of laughter in the classroom.

Raising his head, he saw the teacher on the podium glaring coldly at him: "Go stand outside."

Helpless, Zhang Yu stood up and walked out of the classroom.

Day after day of high school life, yet he felt no hope at all.

His grades were getting worse, his ranking was dropping, and he had fallen from the top class to the worst class.

Whether it was his classmates or his teachers, they all looked at him as if he were a pile of garbage.

The debts he had accumulated for cultivating the path of immortality were piling up, suffocating him.

Finally, one day, he found himself on the school rooftop.

Just as he was about to take that final step, his phone rang.

Zhang Yu answered the call, and a voice on the other end said, "Hello? Is this Mr. Zhang Yu? We have a newly opened cemetery in the northern suburbs. For just 200,000, you can enjoy post-death corpse refinement services, giving you a chance to live again..."

Zhang Yu laughed bitterly, "Your big data is really something, huh? Even guessed I was about to jump? Too bad you didn't figure out I'm broke and can't afford your cemetery."

The voice continued, "If you're broke, don't you want a comeback? Our company has a 'Heaven Mending Plan.' If you're interested, I can send you more details..."

Zhang Yu hung up and looked down at the abyss-like darkness below.

"A comeback..."

After a moment of silence, he opened his phone again and looked at the website the caller had sent.

A teddy bear appeared on the screen and said, "Make a wish to the gods."

"Just set up a ritual for me, and in five minutes, all your wishes will come true."

"Completely free, no barriers, no hidden fees."

"Click here, and your life will be transformed..."

As Zhang Yu watched, a painful memory seemed to stir in his mind, but he couldn't quite grasp it.

It was a memory of being constantly pressured, tormented, and forced to endure hardship.

Before those painful memories could fully surface, his emotions and instincts reacted first.

"Damn it!" Zhang Yu roared, throwing his phone away and flipping the bird.

"Hahaha, trying to trick me?"

"Maybe in the next life!"

Zhang Yu's consciousness blurred, and the next moment, he woke up back in the classroom.

But the memories and emotions related to the evil god grew stronger, slowly bringing something to mind.

"I remember now. I'm taking the test to become a divine assistant."

"This test seems to be related to evil gods?"

Zhang Yu felt he had grasped the key to the test and decided to perform well.

...

Sun Jiayi was a proud being.

Because he wasn't human—he was a god.

Though just one of the 480 million minor gods in the Inspection Department, he still held the power to judge humans.

Even though he was only evaluating outsourced workers earning 14 yuan an hour, he took his job seriously.

This was what it meant to be a god.

A god never forgets his duty!

At this moment, Sun Jiayi was faced with one glowing screen after another, each displaying the content of various tests.

These were the candidates' instinctive reactions to the temptations of evil gods in the spiritual realm.

The key to passing the Inspection Department's outsourced worker test was whether the candidate could resist the temptations of the evil god in the illusion.

"This candidate from Taitian City, why did he list his family's assets and background in his resume?"

"What does it matter if he's worth hundreds of millions? If he can't pass, he can't pass. Does he think I'll favor him because of his family background?"

Sun Jiayi sneered, dismissing the candidate who hesitated in the illusion and directly marked him as failed.

"Lack of willpower, disqualified."

Sun Jiayi was a proud god, and the more privileged the students he failed, the more he felt the pride of being a god, enjoying the satisfaction of doing his duty.

His attention turned to the next candidate, from Hong'an City.

The candidate's resume was filled with honors from his first and second years of high school.

He was a top student, a frequent competitor, with dazzling talent, exceptional abilities, and limitless potential.

He was likely to get into a top university or even join a major sect.

But seeing the candidate struggle in the illusion, taking a full ten minutes to finally reject the evil god's temptation, Sun Jiayi still mercilessly marked him as failed.

"Hmph, thinking a bright future and a shiny resume will make me go easy? I'm not one of those score-obsessed mortals."

"Even if you're a top student destined for greatness, if I say you fail, you fail."

"Taking so long to reject shows a lack of willpower. How can I let you pass?"

His attention shifted again, this time to Zhang Yu's information and test content.

"Hmm, decisively threw away the phone on the rooftop. Not bad."

"Let's see how he handles the increased difficulty."

The scenes on the screen changed rapidly, with various temptations from the evil god presented to Zhang Yu.

There was a beautiful woman who wanted Zhang Yu to make a wish to the evil god with her.

Zhang Yu kicked her away and fled.

There was a situation where Zhang Yu was being chased, with no way out, and the evil god offered to save him.

Zhang Yu ignored it, threw the evil god doll at his enemies, and shouted, "Here's something good! Make any wish you want with this!"

There was also a giant ragdoll chasing Zhang Yu, threatening him with terrifying power to make a contract.

Zhang Yu ran while calling the police, and when the officers arrived, he even tried to fight the evil god with them.

But...

Sun Jiayi wasn't watching his antics anymore because someone had contacted him.

Seeing Zhang Pianpian's name pop up in the contact window, along with her title as the deputy team leader of the Songyang City Inspection Department, Sun Jiayi frowned slightly.

"What can I do for you, colleague?"

Zhang Pianpian said, "There's a candidate named Zhang Yu. I hope..."

Sun Jiayi was about to refuse, but then he saw that Zhang Pianpian had activated a talisman, directly casting a spell on him.

"You dare cross the spiritual realm and cast a spell on me, a god of the Inspection Department?"

"How bold of you!"

But when he saw the specific spell she had cast, Sun Jiayi immediately relaxed.

"A favor charm?!"

A favor charm was a spell that could quickly increase a god's favor.

Its principle was simple: it didn't require the god's name, information, or account details.

As long as the charm was activated while contacting the god, money would be directly transferred to the god's account, with the transaction automatically hidden.

Realizing the effect of the favor charm, Sun Jiayi's stern expression softened.

"To think a mere mortal from the lower realm understands talismans so well, even mastering the favor charm."

And when he saw the numbers in his account change, a smile appeared on his face.

"A high school student showing such reverence for the gods truly shows a firm faith."

"What do you need from me?"

Zhang Pianpian wasn't surprised.

From her two years of using talismans and learning spells, she knew that faith levels could be boosted by spending money, learning spells required money, and even getting guidance from a god required money...

So, talismans were essentially about spending money!

But spending money on gods also required the right methods.

Whether it was through talisman books, private transfers, public transfers, or favor charms... the channels varied greatly, and this was where the level of spell mastery came into play.

Zhang Pianpian said, "Could you lower the difficulty of Zhang Yu's test a bit..."

Sun Jiayi waved it off.

"It's just a 14 yuan per hour job. How hard can the test be?"

...

In the illusion.

Zhang Yu looked at the world before him, his eyes filled with confusion.

He now found himself in a white room.

In the center of the room floated a line of text: "Will you accept the evil god's temptation?"

Below it were two options: "Yes" and "No."

Wait... is this a trick question?

The question seemed too simple, making Zhang Yu hesitate to answer.

After thinking for a full ten minutes and still not finding any traps, Zhang Yu nervously chose "No."

The next moment, a notification of passing the test appeared before him.

Still confused, Zhang Yu exited the spiritual realm, not quite understanding what had just happened.

Just then, his phone rang.

Zhang Yu answered, and Zhang Pianpian's voice came through.

"You should have passed the test, right?"

Zhang Yu immediately voiced his confusion.

Zhang Pianpian explained, "Oh, I sent some money to the minor god in charge of your test to lower the difficulty a bit."

A bit? This is a god we're talking about!

Zhang Yu was shocked.

"You can bribe a god with money?"

Zhang Pianpian: "Not exactly."

Zhang Yu was about to breathe a sigh of relief when Zhang Pianpian added, "Spending money might get you a god's favor, but it depends on how much you spend and how you spend it. That's where spell mastery comes in."

Zhang Yu: "But... that's a god!"

"In Kunxu, gods are all about money. Money can move gods," Zhang Pianpian said matter-of-factly.

"Without money, how would the eight major gods run Kunxu? How would they govern the world?"

Zhang Yu was speechless again, realizing he had a deeper understanding of Kunxu now.

Remembering what Zhang Pianpian had said earlier, Zhang Yu asked, "Didn't you say the test was about Dao heart and willpower?"

Zhang Pianpian said calmly, "Yes, it is. You need enough Dao heart and willpower to hold out until... I find the god in charge of your test in the spiritual realm and transfer money to his account using a spell."

She continued, "Anyway, I've brought your work ID and talisman book. Let's meet at your high school gate."

"Now... we can talk to the student council of Songyang High."

So Zhang Yu, dragging his exhausted body, squeezed onto a bus and arrived at the school station an hour and a half later.

From a distance, he saw Zhang Pianpian standing at the intersection.

She handed him a black-and-white booklet-like object.

"This is your talisman book. You get one free spell use per day, and you can learn Inspection Department spells at a discount through this book..."

She pointed to the strange symbols on the book and said, "This is the Inspection Department's mark. You can show it if you run into trouble."

Zhang Yu carefully held the book, thinking, "This is a talisman book? The cheapest ones cost nearly 100,000, right?"

Talisman books were crucial for learning spells, and spells were tied to high school Dao arts grades.

Zhang Yu had heard of high school students even mortgaging their organs to buy talisman books.

"They just hand this out? The Inspection Department must be loaded."

"If A-Zhen saw this, she'd probably kneel and call me 'daddy,' begging to play with it."

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