The King of Hell Has Come to Collect Her Debt

After the powerful man handed me over to kidnappers to save his one true love

The day I was born, the King of Hell played mahjong on my family’s roof for three straight days.

He said I had too many debts of love from my past life, and was fated to repay them in this one.

Sure enough, when I turned eighteen, three men became entangled with me at once:

The aloof top student announced in public that I was his fiancée.

The dashing school bully quit smoking and changed his ways for me.

Even the gentle student council president took a knife for me.

But none of them loved me. They loved the souls I had wronged in my previous life.

Then a white-haired man dressed in black appeared, raising a hand to suppress the three raging spirits:

“Have you had enough? Then get lost. Her debt...”

“I’m here to collect.”