A Bet on Who Would Ultimately Own the Universe?

"Whether you're human or a ghost, you still need nine years of compulsory education."

The Principal's Office in the Abyss.

Yang Yu held a pen carved from a Great Demon's leg bone and drew a huge red X across a parchment scroll.

"Rejected."

He tossed the scroll to Little White, who stood beside him.

Little White wore that mortifying Maid Outfit, the Cat Ear Headband on her head trembling faintly with each breath. Fighting the urge to drive the bone pen into Yang Yu's eye socket, she picked up the scroll.

"Master... this is the redevelopment plan for the Rotten Swamp on the sixth layer of the Abyss."

Little White took a deep breath, trying to keep her voice from sounding like she was grinding her teeth.

"That lump of sludge, the Swamp Lord, proposed building a Toxin Research Institute to study how to make Blue Star people's skin more resistant to Corrosion. Doesn't that fit your philosophy of 'better births and better breeding'?"

"You're thinking too small."

Yang Yu propped his feet on the desk, looking thoroughly disappointed in her.

"A Toxin Research Institute? Will it make money? Will it boost the Abyss's GDP?"

"Tell that lump of sludge to turn his land into the Abyss Mud Spa and Wellness Center."

"I've even got the ad copy: 'Thousand-Year Corpse Venom Mud—whitens skin and strips away dead cells. One soak takes ten years off you.' Your lifespan, that is."

"Set the admission price high. Those rich Blue Star ladies love this stuff."

Little White: "..."

She stared at Yang Yu. Her entire worldview hadn't just shattered—it had been ground to powder and washed down the drain.

A mud spa? Are you kidding me?

That swamp is so poisonous even Deities would rot down to skeletons in it!

A vein throbbed