Chapter Five Hundred and Thirty-Four: The New Employee of the Punishment Department

The next morning.

Ancestral Cang had been quietly waiting in his room.

From early in the morning, he heard the sounds of doors opening in several nearby rooms, indicating that the other deities had been successively taken away.

Of course, he was just listening.

Now that the game had begun, his pride wouldn’t allow him to use any underhanded tricks.

Because he looked down on them.

Even playing by your rules, I can easily take first place.

Taking out the game-exclusive communication device, Ancestral Cang clicked open the game interface set up just for them, as Young Master Sang had instructed.

The interface was very simple, with the ID field showing his name, Ancestral Cang, and beside it a score value of one hundred.

On the right was a mall exchange button, and on the left were the score points of the other six players.

Unfortunately, in the list of other deities, he could only see their scores and not their identity information.

It was clear that everyone’s identity information was hidden.

They wouldn’t know where each person had been placed or what work they were doing. Each person was definitely required to change their appearance, hide their aura, and would not be allowed to release their perceptions.

In other words, it was highly unlikely that they could interfere with each other’s gameplay to sabotage one another.

“… Not bad at thinking, really.” Ancestral Cang snorted coldly.

Just then, the door to his room opened.

A bright, cheerful laughter floated in: “Good morning, Mr. Ancestral Cang! How did you sleep last night?”

Seeing Young Master Sang, who was beaming with a smile, Ancestral Cang instinctively squinted and coldly replied, “Are you joking? Even ants like you can survive without rest. I, as a Primordial Deity, laugh in the face of sleep!”

“Primordial Deities don’t need it.”

“… But the role you’re about to play does!” Young Master Sang still had a bright smile, looking friendly as if the person in front wasn’t a deadly enemy, but a distant guest.

“I suggest Mr. Ancestral Cang to get into character soon; otherwise, if you expose yourself on the first day and get eliminated, that would be so embarrassing!”

Those words instantly infuriated Ancestral Cang, making him huff loudly: “Hmph! I simply disdain to play house with you; it’s not that I lack the ability!”

“Isn’t it just playing an ordinary person? What’s so hard about this game?”

“That would be best.” Young Master Sang took out the communication device, tapped a few times, and the device in Ancestral Cang’s hand began to make sounds.

“Given the hobbies you filled in yesterday… erm… liking to torture and enjoy the sight of ants’ painful struggles.”

“What’s wrong with that?” Ancestral Cang declared proudly, “Killing a few ants, what’s the problem? You step outside and trample countless ants daily, don’t you?”

“No problem.”

Young Master Sang didn’t bother to argue but continued reading: “Based on your hobbies, we have specially prepared a position that fits your preferences.”

“In this position, you can indulge in your favorite activities, provided they conform to your job responsibilities and identity information.”

Ancestral Cang squinted a little.

He’d imagined many scenarios by now.

After all, he didn’t believe that Young Master Sang would genuinely be so kind as to hand them the heavenly treasures just for hosting a game.

There were definitely hidden traps in this game aimed at dealing with him.

Ancestral Cang had even thought he might be set up to play the role of a slave or prisoner, tortured daily because he liked to torment others.

But the moment Young Master Sang spoke, Ancestral Cang was stunned.

“Your identity is… a Punishment Department Interrogator of the Demon Cultivators.”

“Your name is Zhang Ancestral Cang; you’re twenty-seven years old, a foundational level cultivator, and you were once the son of a sect leader from a small sect called Bellflower Valley, which was later exterminated by enemies. With nowhere to go, you fled to the Demon Cultivators and began to work in the Punishment Department.”

“Your job is very simple. The Punishment Department often receives lawbreakers who act maliciously in the Demon Cultivators’ territory. These people, after being captured by the Heavenly Punishment Department employees, are sent to the Punishment Department. Once their confessions are recorded, confirming their criminal acts, they are held in the Punishment Department’s prison until their sentences are completed.”

“You are responsible for interrogating the prisoners brought in, getting them to confess to their crimes and admit their wrongdoing.”

“Of course, since you like to torture, you can also utilize some personal methods as needed to help the prisoners come to terms with reality. However, the Punishment Department has its own rules; your actions must not violate these basic regulations. Other than that, you have free reign.”

“Well, that does count as a privilege of the Punishment Department Interrogator,” Young Master Sang chuckled.

Ancestral Cang’s brow was scrunching tighter.

“Your colleague and supervisor is named Cheng Da Yong; my title is the Leader of the Punishment Department—Sang Zhe.”

“Ah, but don’t worry,” Young Master Sang said softly, “I won’t pressure you or make things difficult just because I’m your boss. I’m still the Demon Cultivators Sect Leader, and I’m quite busy every day, so I won’t have time to bother with you.”

“If you have any work-related needs or questions about the game, you can always come to me. As long as it follows the procedures, I will provide you with fair service.”

“Detailed identity information has already been sent to your communication device. You can check any uncertainties or ask me if needed.”

Putting away the communication device, Young Master Sang said softly: “If there’s nothing else, I can take you to your new position now.”

“Do you have anything else to explain?”

Ancestral Cang said nothing.

He felt it was all quite strange.

The strangest part was that this condition was much better than he had expected.

Ancestral Cang, no matter what, didn’t think Young Master Sang would really prepare a job for him as an interrogator, matching his preferences.

You can’t deny, this job seemed to be the one that matched his preferences perfectly. Only by doing this job could he enjoy the feeling of tormenting others with a clear conscience.

But the question was, would Young Master Sang really be so kind?

Ancestral Cang didn’t believe it.

There was definitely a trap waiting for him to fall into.

“Hmph, kid, do you think I’m an idiot?”

Ancestral Cang sneered, “The Punishment Department is your territory. If you inform that Cheng Da Yong about my identity beforehand and he pretends not to know, coming out to expose me when the season ends, wouldn’t I forever be unable to win?”

“How could that be?”

Young Master Sang beamed: “If you keep up a perfect act and one day Cheng Da Yong suddenly learns of your identity, you’ll naturally realize something’s off.”

“At that time, you can just flip the table! How would I dare to play tricks in such a place?”

“Don’t worry. Cheng Da Yong doesn’t know your identity. The identity information of the seven deities is only known to me and Li Shanyan.”

“We are the organizers. If we want to run this game well, we must first ensure it is fair; otherwise, no one would want to continue playing.”

“If you still don’t trust me,” Young Master Sang said, “you can just confirm it with your own eyes.”

Ancestral Cang glared at him coldly.

He was trying to find any trace of deception in this person’s eyes.

Unfortunately.

Young Master Sang’s gaze remained clear, his smile genial.

“…Fine.”

Ancestral Cang stared at him tight-lipped: “I’ll see what tricks you can play.”

“A friendly reminder.”

Young Master Sang smiled and said, “From now on, you can’t refer to yourself as ‘this deity’ anymore~”

“……”