A prize wheel on a glowing screen was covered in women’s names: Qin Jingru, Qin Huairu, Lou Xiao'e. A cold electronic voice told him to pick a target to bury. The pointer stopped on Qin Huairu. A transmigrator moonlighting as a mortician, he had to choose: bury her in the earth or drown her? The System played dead and left him in the lurch.
