With terminal lung cancer, I took a trans-temporal courier job. The shipping fee was three hundred years of my life.
I thought trading three days of my life for a chance to survive was a fantastic deal.
But after escaping possession, refining the fortunes of the realm, and fighting my way through the Xuanling Realm with the purple fortune coins of the Great Jing Dynasty, I finally realized:
My real creditor was myself.
System notification: "You used three hundred years of national fortune to extend your lifespan by eight thousand years. Interest has been paid in full."
"Please sign for your new order: 'Lifetime Honorary Chairman of the Heavens' Creditors' Alliance.' Annual salary: one plane of existence."
