Chapter 1

Rubber powder lace lampshade, beige floral ceiling, wall stickers shaped like hearts with cheap string lights...
Shi Li opened her eyes and spent half a minute trying to brainwash herself, but still couldn't help but complain: too tacky, really too tacky.
When she was alive, had she really chosen such an aesthetic? She had stripped off all the black, white, and gray minimalist style from this rental apartment and replaced it with this death Barbie style?
Shi Li sighed.
When she was alive, what was her taste like?
This was the fifth year after Shi Li's death.
Last week, she was informed by the underworld supervisor that she had won a grand prize in the underworld's six-lottery, allowing her to project her soul back to the human world to complete her unfinished attachment.
This underworld six-lottery grand prize, said to have a winning probability of only 0.000001%, but Shi Li felt it was completely useless.
The key was, did she even have any unfinished attachment?
The reason she spent a fortune buying lottery tickets was just to win a third prize—a chance to reincarnate.
Nowadays, with declining birth rates in humans and increasing death rates due to high social pressures, reincarnation slots had become extremely scarce.
One queue-jumping slot cost 6 million underworld coins on the market.
Like her, a "lonely ghost" with no connections or money from relatives, waiting in line for reincarnation would take... eighty-two years.
During those eighty-two years, she still had to work day and night to maintain her underworld residency qualification.
Otherwise, she would be thrown into the incinerator and turned to ashes in an instant.
So Shi Li took an alternative approach, spending all her five years of savings to buy a lottery ticket.
Third prize was reincarnation qualification, with a winning rate of 1%.
But... she stepped on a dog shit and won the grand prize.
After being informed of the win, the prize was automatically executed the next second—she was projected back to her former rental apartment.
Shi Li stared at the ceiling of the apartment, which remained unchanged after five years, and sighed deeply.
What could she do in this crappy apartment? She had been stuck here for several days anyway.
Moreover, she was extremely suspicious that she might be permanently stuck here.
A soul is only a projection in the human world, with limitations in actions. It wasn't like in some movies where you can float around freely.
She could only move freely within the projection area—which was this apartment.
Beyond that, any behavior required borrowing a living person's body.
However...
This apartment was empty.
She hadn't seen a single living person in a week.
Thinking of this, Shi Li floated up from the bed and patrolled the apartment again.
The apartment was messy. The back of the sofa was draped with unwashed shirts, ties, and suits. It seemed the current owner of the rental was a man who lived like a pigsty.
The ashtray had several unburnt cigarette butts stuck in it, the smell...
If she could still smell, it would probably choke her to death again—no senses for the soulless, only vision and hearing.
Shi Li floated into the bathroom.