Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 243: Found!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 321: Gaze
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1167- Kill the kill-stealer
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 941: Fortune
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1166- Terrifying Sprites
"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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