Hotel No. 4: I Pawn Off Years of Life in the Mortal World

In the Underworld

"Have you heard? There's someone in the human world bold enough to sell years of his life."

"Of course I have. How could I not know about something this big?"

"That guy's got some nerve, selling his lifespan in public! Let's drag him back and throw him into the lowest level of the Eighteen Levels of Hell!"

"Are you trying to get yourself killed? No, wait, are you trying to lose your soul? Something this serious, and you think the Great Emperor Dongyue wouldn't know?"

"Are you saying he's..."

At Hotel No. 4.

"Young man, I'd like to live another hundred years. Would you agree to that?"

"Sir, haven't you always been immortal?"

"You brat! If you remembered everything, why didn't you come find me in the Underworld?" He said, then smacked Su Yu hard on the head.

"You... you..."

"What do you mean, 'you'? You're the son of the Great Emperor Dongyue, the Prince of the Underworld!"

Welcome to Hotel No. 4. Are you here to extend your life, or pawn something else?

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.