Arthis explained as though Qin Ye were an idiot, “Why is this surprising to you? Where are you going to stay after becoming Yama? Where would you eat? With what? Don’t you need servants? Don’t you need a bed chamber? Wouldn’t you need to collect taxes for the administration of your Fengdu Necropolis? Don’t you need to enrich the lives of your netherworldly citizens with some form of entertainment? Aren’t you afraid that they’ll revolt?”

“Furthermore, don’t you want to establish and develop the spiritual culture in Hell? Don’t you want a publishing office? What about sustainability in Hell’s development? What if a tragedy occurs on earth, resulting in the sudden death of innumerable people? Aren’t you going to establish some emergency departments to deal with contingencies? Aren’t you going to feed your Emissaries of Hell? Everything requires money!”

“And where do you get your funds from? Taxes, naturally! Let me tell you something, these things aren’t the only things that require funds to maintain. There’s still the eighteen Abysses of Punishment, the six paths of reincarnation, and the Ten Abyssal Courts to consider! Governance! Everything requires money! Additionally, dealings with the mortal realm, the construction of buildings in Hell, the development of aesthetics, guidance in theology… you can treat this as a completely empty canvas where you’ll have to establish a new world order all over again!”

Qin Ye was astounded.

He was completely astounded.

He had...