I was an intern at a funeral home, and my rich classmate mocked me as a “bad-luck corpse hauler.”
At a funeral, the bereaved family passed out from crying. My supervisor told me to take the blame and get lost, but then the System suddenly activated.
“Welcome to the Soul Pawnshop System. Trade the souls of the living for wealth and abilities.”
Seeing [Soul Value: 5 million] above the head of a family member who had fainted, I smiled.
I had just signed the contract when a payment notification lit up my phone, followed by the screech of brakes outside.
Two people stepped out of a luxury car worth millions. “Master, please save our old family master!”
My classmate’s jaw dropped. I pointed at the car outside. “Bad luck? Now it’s worth your whole family’s lives.”
