I died, in a car accident on a rainy night.
But the underworld judge said that my death was a "normal error in the system."
A silent guide suddenly tampered with the verdict, turning me into a ghost.
In the first task, I stood in front of the programmer's seat who died suddenly.
"It's time to collect the soul." I read the lines mechanically.
But the programmer was typing on the keyboard frantically, and his resentment turned into chains of code to entangle me:
"The mortgage hasn't been paid off yet! My daughter is still waiting for her father to come home!"
When I engulfed him with the system gold chain, I saw the family portrait in his code.
The next mission prompt lights up: 1943, Stalingrad battlefield.
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