I worked as an intern at a funeral home and was ridiculed by my rich second-generation classmates as a "lucky porter."
My family members cried faintly at the funeral, and my boss told me to take the blame and get out, but the system suddenly activated.
"The soul pawn shop system is at your service. It can trade the souls of the living in exchange for wealth."
Looking at the [Soul Value: 5 million] above the heads of the crying family members, I smiled.
Just after signing the contract, the payment message on my phone lit up, and the brakes made a screeching sound outside the door.
Two people got out of the million-dollar car: "Master, please save my old man!"
My classmates' jaws dropped in shock, and I pointed to the luxury car outside the door: "Unlucky? Now it's worth your whole life.
