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Chapter 51 I think you guys just want to eat free prison food.
Inside the machine room of the Netherworld River View Cave at the Three Crossings Ferry.
The catchy and addictive song "Good Luck" was still playing on repeat, and the giant disco ball spun, projecting colorful light spots onto the faces of Hydra Ash and his gang of little devils.
The expressions on their faces changed from initial bewilderment to anger, and now to contortion and pain.
"Unzip it."
The moment Chu Jiang finished speaking in the office, the scene in the server room completely changed.
"Ding!"
After a crisp system notification sound, nine different pop-up windows appeared simultaneously in front of Ash's nine snake heads.
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[The Supreme Court of the Underworld: Your actions constitute illegal intrusion. Please select all the 'real King Qin Guang' figures in the nine-square grid below to prove you are not a robot.]
"Get out of here!"
Ash swung his giant axe, trying to smash those annoying pop-ups.
But the axe pierced right through the light barrier, rendering it useless.
"Commander, help! My eyes! My eyes are full of GG!"
A little devil rolled on the ground, clutching his head, his eyes playing a loop of an animated GIF of Meng Po smiling while holding milk tea.
"My brain! It's forcibly installing something called 'Underworld Files Cloud System 1.0' on me!"
Another little devil was convulsing, foaming at the mouth, and constantly emitting streams of data composed of 0s and 1s from its body.
"Network latency 999+... Blue screen... I got a blue screen!"
The entire computer room instantly transformed from an 1980s disco into a large-scale computer virus experiment site.
The "Virtual Hell" folder doesn't contain any offensive spells at all.
That was a program created by Li the programmer and V, the ultimate mental pollution program that incorporated all the dregs of the 21st-century internet on Earth.
Forced GG, malicious bundling, endless CAPTCHAs, and a loading bar that jumps to 99% and then never moves.
This kind of dimensional reduction attack is more effective than any supernatural power or magic against these bumpkins from medieval hell.
"Aaaaah! What is that?! Get out of here!"
Ash's nine heads shook wildly, and he felt his soul being bombarded and torn apart by countless pieces of junk information and flawed instructions.
In the office, Chu Jiang was holding a bottle of "Iron Rice Bowl Walnut Milk" and looking at it with great interest.
"V, give them some intensity."
"Understood, boss."
V lightly swiped his fingertip across the control panel.
Inside the computer room, the demons, who were suffering from mental torture, suddenly felt a lightness on their bodies.
All the pop-ups and GG have disappeared.
Before they could even catch their breath, a new window took up the entire space.
[Windows Underworld version update in progress. Please do not close your physical body or spirit.]
[1% complete...]
Ash and all the little devils froze instantly.
They were like cheap figurines that had been paused, remaining motionless in various strange poses.
Only his eyeballs continued to dart around, revealing endless despair.
"Done."
Chu Jiang put down the beverage can in his hand and stretched.
……
Meanwhile, in the First Yama Palace.
The atmosphere inside the main hall was unusually solemn.
King Qin Guang and the other nine Yama Kings, their faces ashen, slumped on their thrones.
The officials, judges, and ghost generals below were terrified and dared not even breathe loudly.
The large black and white characters of the obituary still float in the center of the main hall.
Suddenly, a ray of peaceful Buddhist light shone into the hall, dispelling all the gloom.
Jin Chanzi, draped in a brand-new brocade cassock and standing on golden lotus feet, walked in with a solemn and dignified appearance.
Behind him followed several men with dark auras, clearly former ghost officials of the Reincarnation Bureau who had just defected.
"Amitabha."
Jin Chanzi clasped his hands together and bowed slightly to the Ten Kings of Hell at the head of the table.
"Having heard of the suffering in the underworld and the unfortunate martyrdom of Benefactor Chu, this humble monk has come to offer assistance."
His voice was loud and clear, carrying a sense of compassion, as if he were a savior who had come to save the world.
King Qin Guang raised his head, his eyes vacant, his lips trembling.
"Master, we're too late, it's all over."
"Your Majesty need not be pessimistic."
Jin Chanzi walked to the center of the main hall, looked around, and a hint of smugness flashed in his eyes.
"Although Benefactor Chu's starting point was good, his methods were too radical, introducing methods from another world, which led to this disaster."
"The underworld network has now been contaminated by the Blood God Virus. If it is not dealt with in time, the cycle of reincarnation in the three realms will completely collapse."
He spoke with the air of an expert, eloquently and confidently.
"The only way forward is to hand over all the cyber assets, including the 'Three Paths Fast Crossing' application and the credit score system, to Lingshan for management."
"Only by using the supreme and wondrous methods of Buddhism to purify the karmic obstacles within can the underworld be kept safe."
After he finished speaking, the hall fell into a deathly silence.
King Qin Guang and the others looked at each other, their faces filled with struggle and pain.
"This is Dean Chu's hard work."
Emperor Song beat his chest, tears streaming down his face.
"If we don't pay, the underworld will reboot and format us! Then we'll all be finished!"
King Chujiang echoed, saying that his acting skills were superb.
Jin Chanzi's smile deepened as he looked at them.
He chanted Buddhist mantras aloud.
"Your Highnesses, lay down your weapons and become Buddhas on the spot. Let go of your attachments and you will achieve your goal."
"As long as you hand over the highest administrative authority over the underworld, I guarantee that within three days, the underworld will be restored to its former glory."
"At that time, the Buddha will see all your achievements."
These words became the final straw that broke the camel's back.
King Qin Guang sighed deeply and stood up shakily from his throne.
He took out a black jade seal from his bosom, which represented the authority of the First Palace.
"Enough, enough. The underworld's foundation built over billions of years cannot be destroyed in our hands."
As he spoke, he walked towards Jin Chanzi.
The other nine Yama Kings also rose to their feet, each holding their own Yama King's seal, their faces filled with sorrow and resentment.
Those ghost officials who had just defected all showed excited expressions when they saw this scene.
They made the right bet!
A new era is coming!
As Jin Chanzi watched the ten seals representing the highest power in the underworld getting closer and closer to him, he was so excited that his whole body was glowing.
He had already decided that the first thing he would do after taking over the Underworld was to change "Meng Po · Snow King Ice City" to "Lingshan Merit Tea House".
Then, the credit score of all ghosts is linked to the duration of chanting.
Just as King Qin Guang was about to hand the jade seal to Jin Chanzi...
"Ding-dong—"
A crisp, loud, and slightly cheerful echo suddenly resounded throughout the entire First Yama Palace.
This voice was all too familiar to the ghosts of the underworld.
It's a special sound effect from the "Three Paths Fast Crossing" app when you receive a large amount of merit points as a reward.
All the ghosts, including Jin Chanzi and the Ten Kings of Hell, froze in their tracks.
They looked up sharply at the holographic screen in the center of the hall, which had originally displayed the obituary.
The large black and white characters on the screen disappeared quickly, as if erased by an eraser.
Instead, there is a huge, rotating, colorful QR code for payment.
Below the QR code for receiving payment, a familiar line of text, tinged with a hint of mockery, slowly appeared.
"Everyone, are you having fun?"
Immediately afterwards, a lazy voice, as if just waking up, was clearly transmitted to the ears of every ghost through all the amplified sounds in the hall.
"Surprised? Unexpected?"
"You've had your fun with this staged accident scam, now it's time to talk about paying compensation, isn't it?"