Will you live like this for the rest of your life?

Lin Feng walked homeward, clutching a stack of shoddy printouts, feeling his heart surging with an extraordinary fervor.

And there were tears, too.

From this day forth, he was an employee of a transcendent interdimensional civilization, a mortal who could converse directly with immortals. Behind him loomed the Temporal Management Bureau, a colossal entity that sent shivers down one's spine. He held in his hand a covenant of the divine, and his employee number could even be found in the heavenly attendance log. If placed in a world where divine authority reigned supreme, he could proudly declare himself a candidate for sanctity, merely needing to pass an internship test to transition from a contractual saint to a lifelong one...

Could this not stir one's heart to a surging tide, accompanied by tears?

Why were matters of the divine so different from what he had seen in television and novels?

But regardless, Lin Feng had registered for employment in an extraordinary place. Regardless of how peculiar Raven12345, the Temporal Management Bureau, and the entire Xilin Empire seemed, they were more incredible than anything Lin Feng had encountered before.

Lin Feng lowered his head to look at the contract in his hand, recalling Raven12345's final words: "From today onwards, you are a junior probationary inspector, and caring for the tenants in your home is your sole current task. Our Xilin Divine System is not accustomed to managing our direct subsidiaries in the manner of typical religious teachings. Therefore, our unit evaluates employees based on attendance and merits. It's best not to meddle with those religious myths and the church pamphlets of Earth. I've encountered such troublemakers in other worlds... Don't worry about this. Just focus on your work."

With a silent sigh, Lin Feng confirmed once again that he had boarded a thief's ship. He folded the chapters of paper and tucked them into his pocket, preparing to return home to a safer location, lest he be torn to shreds by some unforeseen threat. Honestly, Lin Feng didn't entirely believe his own experiences today, and he harbored significant doubts about Raven12345. Especially now, holding these few sheets of paper in his hand, he doubted the entire affair even more. (Need I even say it? Have you ever seen a divine covenant printed out by a printer? And with typos, no less!) However, as mentioned earlier, Lin Feng was someone who could discern the situation well. Regardless of Raven12345's background, from a purely skill-based perspective, the difference between her and Lin Feng was like that between a divine being and a mortal. Even if she made typos and enjoyed nibbling on her nails while eating scallion pancakes and spoke incoherently... that was not something an ordinary person could contend with.

So Lin Feng had to cooperate well to ensure his own peace and security.

Walking on the deserted rural road under the scorching sun, Lin Feng took out his phone to check the time, then glanced around at the empty road ahead and behind, not even a ghost in sight. He couldn't help but sigh inwardly: working for the gods was so unreliable. Why didn't they even arrange transportation? With his status thrown into a divine society, he was at least a prophet, and yet after receiving a divine call (i.e., signing the contract), he still had to take the bus home? And he had been waiting for ages and still hadn't caught a ride!

He couldn't help but think of the mythical legends on Earth, trying hard to find out how those saints and prophets in history found their way home after enlightening the path to righteousness. Did they cram onto a carriage with others, or did they miraculously teleport home? After pondering for a while, he came to no conclusion: which holy scripture would record such mundane details?

While he was lost in these thoughts, a sudden ringtone pierced his ears. Lin Feng grabbed his phone and saw an unfamiliar number—thank goodness, not a paranormal number like 00000012345.

"Hello, who's there?" Lin Feng answered the phone politely—since today he was someone of significance, he had to be mindful of his words and actions at all times. Even though the goddess above his head wasn't very reliable, he decided to present himself as reliable.

The voice of Muyun came through the receiver with a hint of urgency: "Landlord! It's me! It's Muyun!"

"Mu... Muyun?" Lin Feng almost blurted out "foolish werewolf," but he caught himself in time. "What's the matter?"

"Oh, I just remembered that the rental advertisement had your phone number on it. I spent the whole day yesterday looking for the address, and if I had just called you directly, it would have been much easier..."

Lin Feng wiped the sweat from his forehead. "...You called me in such a hurry just to say that?"

Muyun's voice suddenly became excited. "No, it's not that! Something's wrong with Vivian. She flew out just now, in broad daylight, through the window! I chased after her with all my might but couldn't catch up!"

Lin Feng wanted to shout: Isn't that the point?! Why are you rambling on the phone about irrelevant things?

"Vivian flew out? Transformed into a bat and flew?" Lin Feng didn't know why he was still concerned about these peculiar things at such a moment, because he was starting to feel bewildered: he had just reassured himself to that woman who claimed to be a goddess that he would ensure the peaceful coexistence of the strange creatures in his home, and yet, mere minutes after leaving her, there was trouble at home!

"It was a whole flock of bats she turned into," Muyun corrected earnestly, then continued urgently, "When she flew away, she said this place isn't safe... I don't know who to turn to, so I called you."

"Stay home and don't go out randomly. I'll be back soon," Lin Feng said hurriedly, while the corner of his eye caught sight of a dilapidated bus approaching from a distance. He gave Muyun instructions as he boarded the bus, then hung up the phone in haste, pondering: What is Vivian up to?

Though Lin Feng knew little about these peculiar beings, his scant knowledge came from those unreliable television novels and urban legends (which had already proven to be unreliable). But he was at least certain that vampires were indeed uncomfortable in sunlight, a fact confirmed by Vivian herself. So he could confidently assert that a vampire turning into a swarm of bats and flying out in broad daylight was definitely not a leisurely decision—it must have been an emergency! And what did Vivian mean by "this place isn't safe"? Was she referring to his home?

Lin Feng realized that the task given to him by Raven12345... was likely a trap.

When Lin Feng returned to the old city of South Suburb, it was already half an hour later. He had just stepped off the bus when he saw several people in work clothes approaching from the opposite direction, causing his heart to skip a beat: had he been exposed so quickly? Who were these people? Researchers from the Chinese Academy of Sciences? Setting traps to capture vampires? Installing surveillance equipment near his home? Special forces disguised as telecom workers?

But as they drew closer, Lin Feng breathed a sigh of relief: it was just a maintenance team...

As the maintenance workers passed by, Lin Feng faintly overheard their conversation:

"...In all my years, I've never encountered such a situation. How did that brick fly up there?"

"Who knows? It couldn't have been thrown by a person, right? The TV tower is so high, who has such strength? But it's really bizarre, that brick nearly broke three steel bars..."

"Who says it wasn't? Today, we continue working and the TV signal in the South Suburb suddenly goes out. We were wondering what was going on, and it turns out a brick smashed halfway through the signal tower. How are we supposed to write up this work report?"

As the maintenance team gradually walked away, Lin Feng listened dumbfoundedly, piecing together two things:

Firstly, he now understood why the TV at home had no signal.

Secondly, he knew where one of the bricks that Muyun threw during her fight with Vivian had flown off to...

What a useless piece of information!

Lin Feng ran to his doorstep, first cautiously ensuring that there were no special forces or suspicious individuals in black suits lurking around, and then approached to insert the key into the lock. However, before he could do so, the door opened by itself.

Vivian stood before him, smiling. "Landlord, you're back?"

Lin Feng was almost breathless, and after catching his breath, he stared blankly at the vampire girl who was supposed to have "flown away." His expression changed constantly. "Vivian, you... didn't you fly away?"

Vivian chuckled awkwardly. "Um, there was indeed a situation, but I'm back now."

Lin Feng: "..."

Is this how the days will be from now on?!