In World 1 of the thirty-three worlds in the Corrections Division, the sun hung high in the sky, emanating intense heat that baked the lands below.9

There was no broken face of a god in the sky, yet the mutagen in the world was very strong. Mutagen was ubiquitous in the Revered Ancient mainland, and it didn’t just affect the continent itself, but also any minor worlds connected to it.10

Neither the sun nor the moon here was the resting place of a god. Instead, the light came from the eyes of the heavenly daos, which were creations of the Swordsage Palace. As the sunlight of their gaze shone down through the clouds, an old man and a young one appeared in the sky.3

The old man was, of course, Ghost Hand, and the young one was Xu Qing.2

“Unit C jailers have simple work,” Ghost Hand said as he led the way down. “They patrol this world. You’re not the only jailer assigned here. Including you, there are a total of sixty-seven. In terms of the patrol route and the scheduling, that will all be arranged before you arrive for duty. For now, I’ll take you around to let you start getting familiar with the place.”0

“Yes, sir,” Xu Qing said respectfully.1

“Also, Xu Qing, as a Unit C jailer, you get two big perks.” Grinning, Ghost Hand took out a flagon of alcohol and drank a mouthful. “The first perk is that you have no limit on the number of prisoners you can kill per month. That said, don’t go overboard.34

“The second perk is the one that Unit C jailers care the most about. And that’s related to enlightenment opportunities in the minor worlds. The natural and magical laws here are under...7