I went out to buy cat food, and when I opened my eyes, I was in the Underworld. The System bound itself to me and congratulated me on getting rich: help the dead loosen their attachments, and save up eight thousand soul coins to go home. The valley master, who had waited for three hundred years, placed osmanthus cakes beside the River of Forgetfulness, waiting for someone who would never return. He said, "You don't need to say those words again." Only later did I understand that these four words were more than a blessing: every attachment that traps someone in the Underworld is a regret left unspoken in the living world. "Congratulations on your good fortune" is a message to everyone who can't find their way out: it wasn't your fault. You don't have to stay trapped here forever.
