"Your soul... Was finally valued at 3 million."
The young traveler opened his eyes and tried to get up. He had never felt so light before. At this time, he was standing in front of a "bank"--and what was traded here was not only money, but also human souls.
But his soul doesn't belong to him at the moment, and all he has to do is get his soul back, that's all.
What a fiery soul... If it were put up for auction, it would definitely be a good price. After all, "they" are all eager to use "vitality" to continue their decay.
...
"Wait, the transaction was successful? My soul is gone now?"
"Eh? Still there!"
Intention: Love life, love life, cherish the people in front of you