Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 230: Goodbye
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1142- Frost Monster
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 931: Betrayer of the Dao
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 932: Transcendence
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1141- This is bird
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 316 - A Trail Of Slaughter; Rising Murderous Aura
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 2
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 604: There's a Long Road Ahead
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3821: Sudden Drop in Strength
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 307: Malice
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 229: Familiar
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1140.5- Needle Bird change (2)
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 930: Miniaturization
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1140- Needle Bird change
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 1
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 28: The Demon King’s Summon
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 602: Reputation After Death Isn't Important
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3820: Essence of the Five Organs
"New here?"
"Yes."
"Go work in this mine."
The supervisor shook his head, issued Dennis his tools, and then stopped paying any further attention. People like him didn't last an hour in the mines; he just hoped Dennis would die far away.
Dennis, carrying his tools, quickly started working. Although he didn't say a word, his ears were not idle.
"How come the new guy isn't wearing a mask?"
"Does he want to die?"
"Shall we make a bet? I bet he dies within thirty minutes, one year off my sentence."
"He looks strong; I bet an hour, one year off my sentence."
So, sentences could be traded?
That means there are ways to reduce one's sentence other than just working.
Thinking this, Dennis immediately straightened up and approached these workers, extending three fingers, saying:
"Count me in. If I don't last thirty minutes, I'll give each of you three years from my pay. If I do, each of you will give me one year. How about it?"
There were five workers participating in the bet, and the gamble didn't seem to favor Dennis's side.
"Deal, we'll take that bet!"
The workers witnessed each other's promises, making an oath.
Even if Dennis died before thirty minutes, the workers had ways to "transfer" their own sentence to Dennis, so they weren't worried about him reneging on the deal.
"Ok."
Dennis turned back to work.
Meanwhile, the others went about their tasks while watching Dennis for entertainment.
Surprisingly, not only did Dennis not show any signs of discomfort, but he also worked with increasing vigor. After ten minutes, the others began to notice something odd.
Dennis wasn't breathing.
Thirty minutes in, Dennis extended his right hand towards them, "I've lasted more than thirty minutes. Shouldn't you be giving me what you owe?"
"You monster..."
"Are you a modified human?"
"How could a modified human be a third-class citizen?"
The workers were frustrated but extended their right hands nonetheless.
Dennis carefully observed their actions. They slid their wrists in a 'z' pattern, then pressed their wri
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