The Tianyuan Cultivators Committee was the official organization responsible for managing cultivators in Heaven Origin. It was headed by a president, with one executive vice president beneath them, as well as five other vice presidents each in charge of different areas.
Below the vice presidents were departments made up of committee members and assistants, which oversaw and carried out various tasks.
Zhong Zheng was a lowly assistant in the cultural department.
He was an assistant in name, but in reality, he was just cheap labor.
Every day, he was trapped in a sunless office, living the life of a corporate beast for thirty hours a day.
Heaven Origin's cultural industry was underdeveloped, and he was often forced to consume the garbage produced by Dream Makers who called themselves masters.
Not only did he have to consume it, he also had to write revision suggestions and recommendation blurbs. That was when it disgusted him the most.
Some blatantly illegal Dreamscapes also had to be handed over to the Inspectorate. After all, good things had to be shared; he could not be the only one disgusted.
Still, the job had its perks. He could see the works of Dream Makers from other cities, and if he got lucky, he might find Dreamscapes that had broken through their Regional Locks and secretly play them for a while.
Unfortunately, his luck was bad today. He had not found anything worthwhile.
Looking over the remaining work, Zhong Zheng yawned. If he did not hurry up, he probably would not finish it.
With no other choice, he took out his magic artifact, the Human Emperor Banner, replenished it with spiritual power, then decisively slit his own throat.
His body collapsed to the floor, but then it got up again while cursing. A holy spirit summoned from