Sometimes, Ling Xiaoyou really wondered, why would a salted fish like her transmigrate like those protagonists?
And even if she did transmigrate, why did the other protagonists become things like heroes, demon kings, or at worst, a jilted young man with a grandpa in a ring?
But what about her?
She turned into a ghost after transmigration!
Or rather, a spirit!
Now, she even held the side job of being a Pen Fairy.
Of course, becoming a ghost or Pen Fairy was something she could endure, since it wasn’t much different from being alive.
…Probably.
But she used to be a strapping, upright man!
How did she become a girl ghost after transmigrating?!
And even a little loli!
Damn it, it must be the God of Transmigration targeting her!
It must be!
But even that wasn’t the most outrageous thing—the most absurd part was Ling Xiaoyou’s golden finger.
That’s right, she was a transmigrator after all. Even if she became a loli Pen Fairy, she still had her own golden finger.
It’s just that this golden finger didn’t match her identity at all!
Ling Xiaoyou summoned the System panel, glanced at the array of functions on the panel—Accelerated Cultivation, Spell Deduction, Aptitude Enhancement, and so on.
Then, she looked at the number in the lower right corner: 2.33 Happiness Points.
Ignoring the ridiculousness of the point name, Ling Xiaoyou clenched her small fist, feeling like the whole world was against her.
Don’t even think those Happiness Points were leftovers she’d already spent!
From the moment she transmigrated and awakened the System until now, she had never used a single function of the System!
So Ling Xiaoyou’s Happiness Points were completely untouched!
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The mere handful of Happiness Points was simply because they were too hard for her to earn.
Happiness Points, as the name suggested, were points she gained when others felt happiness, joy, or delight because of Ling Xiaoyou.
At first glance, it didn’t seem difficult.
After all, making someone happy or telling a joke seemed easy enough.
But don’t forget Ling Xiaoyou’s current identity—she was a ghost!
And a Pen Fairy!
What do you mean she, a Pen Fairy, actually needed to make others happy for her golden finger to work?!
Look in my eyes!
Speak!
As a Pen Fairy, how was she supposed to make people happy?!
Would anyone really feel happy after encountering a Pen Fairy?!
What kind of weirdo would that take!
If this point was something like a Fear Point, Ling Xiaoyou could max it out in minutes.
But sadly, it wasn’t.
Ling Xiaoyou sighed softly. If she were just an ordinary female ghost, she could probably spend enough time to coax someone into happiness.
After all, there were Happy Ghosts out there, though those things didn’t exactly bring happiness to others, either.
But there were no ifs.
As a Pen Fairy, Ling Xiaoyou also had her own performance requirements!
She had to accept summons like today’s to gather enough Grievance Points.
This meant Ling Xiaoyou had no time to research ways to make people happy.
She was exhausted just from responding to daily summons, let alone coming up with happiness-inducing methods.
Thinking of this, Ling Xiaoyou sighed helplessly and looked at the three girls sprawled haphazardly and unconscious on the ground.
Every time, she hoped maybe this time the summoner would feel happy because of her, but all she got in response was fear and terror.
ε=(´ο｀*))) Sigh~
Ling Xiaoyou was about to leave but paused, thought for a moment, then used magic to move the three unconscious girls together so they were lying close.
Seeing the three of them huddled together under her control, Ling Xiaoyou nodded in satisfaction. Sleeping in this kind of weather without warmth could make them catch a cold.
So Ling Xiaoyou pushed them together to help them keep warm.
By the way, the delicate girl was the one being hugged in the middle by the chubby girl and the petite girl.
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The white-haired girl grinned mischievously like a little troublemaker, her figure fading until she vanished from the ruined room.
***
Don’t be fooled—Ling Xiaoyou might not be human anymore, but she still had a place to live.
That was…
The Underworld!
Of course. Where else would a ghost live but the Underworld?
She couldn’t live in the Human Realm with ordinary people, right?
There were plenty of Exorcists in the Human Realm, dedicated to driving out or hunting down ghosts who refused to leave.
Ling Xiaoyou often heard stories of this or that ghost being exorcised back to the Underworld for staying too long in the Human Realm—and having all their Soul Crystals confiscated.
So, to avoid losing her Soul Crystals, Ling Xiaoyou would usually return straight to the Underworld after scaring the summoner unconscious.
Feeling her soul begin to sink, Ling Xiaoyou closed her eyes—and then opened them again a moment later.
But this time, her location was no longer the ruined room, but in front of a sinister red-lacquered wooden building.
On either side of the building hung lanterns marked with the character for fortune, illuminating the plaque above the door—Ghostly Grievance Department.
The five large characters looked as if they were written in fresh blood, so crimson that it was hard to look directly at them.
But Ling Xiaoyou just glanced at it and ignored it, pushing open the door and walking in.
As soon as she entered the building, pure white light shone on Ling Xiaoyou’s delicate face, revealing her exquisite and adorable features to the world.
Unlike the ancient exterior, the inside of the building looked like a modern office—clean, bright, and spacious—not at all like a place for ghosts, more like where human white-collar workers spent their days.
And in fact, it wasn’t much different.
As a new department of the Underworld, the Ghostly Grievance Department kept up with the times.
Aside from everyone being a ghost and their job being to scare people and collect Grievance Points, it was almost no different from a Human Realm company.
“Ah, Xiaoyou, you’re back.”
Ling Xiaoyou was just about to return to her lounge when a stunning woman in OL attire walked over, greeting her.
“Ming-jie.”
Ling Xiaoyou nodded at the woman in response.
This was Wang Mingji, Ling Xiaoyou’s ‘Manager.’
Strictly speaking, ghosts of the Ghostly Grievance Department were like idols—accepting invitations (summons), appearing on location (responding to summoners’ requests), then leaving amidst farewells (scaring the summoners unconscious).
The purpose of all this was to collect Grievance Points, essential for ghostly existence.
“Xiaoyou, your ‘performance’ this time was impressive—your scaring skills have improved again.”
Wang Mingji flipped through the reports in her hand, nodded approvingly at Ling Xiaoyou, and said, “Those little devils who summoned you were terrified, and they provided a lot of Grievance Points.”
“That… that’s good then…”
Ling Xiaoyou gave an awkward laugh at this.
If only these Grievance Points could be exchanged for Happiness Points.
If so, she’d be happy to accept summons every day!
But unfortunately, they couldn’t be exchanged.
Wang Mingji had worked with Ling Xiaoyou for a long time and immediately recognized her strange, unhappy expression.
So she closed the report, ruffled Ling Xiaoyou’s hair, and said, “Alright, Xiaoyou, you’ve worked hard today. You’ve earned several days’ worth of Grievance Points in one go.”
“So you can clock out and go home to rest now.”
“Eh.”
At those words, Ling Xiaoyou was momentarily stunned, but then nodded to Wang Mingji.
“Then thank you, Ming-jie.”