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Chapter 102 Soul Borrowing
Mike walked the streets of downtown.

The once bustling commercial district is now a dead silent street. The neon signs of the shops on both sides of the road have long been turned off, and the dilapidated shop doors are cluttered with miscellaneous items.

Mike clearly remembered that two months ago, the cheapest store on this bustling commercial street had a monthly rent of more than 8,000 credit points.

However, as conflicts broke out between the upper and lower urban areas, business in the commercial street gradually became deserted.

Then, with the subsequent introduction of a tax policy requiring advance payment of taxes for 30 years, law enforcement teams launched a massive underground offensive.

These shop owners were either sent to the Heavenly Computing Center or hid in the caves, and the commercial street was completely abandoned.

Mike used to be a self-proclaimed resident of Midtown, thinking that he was superior to others and looking down on the people in the downtown area.

In the end, he actually envied the people in the lower city because at least they could escape into the caves, instead of having to watch their relatives and friends being captured and taken to the Heaven Computing Center one by one because they couldn't pay the taxes like him.

Parents, brother, friends, colleagues, and soon it would be his turn.

Thinking of this, Mike couldn't help but curse:
"This damn psychic tax! This damn Heaven Computing Center!"

Just as Mike started to curse, a cold wind suddenly blew through the silent street, and the chill penetrated into his soul and made him shiver subconsciously.

"Ah!"

"It's still summer, why is it so cold?"

Shrinking his neck, Mike always felt that there seemed to be something unclean on this street.

But now that we have come this far, it seems too late to give up.

Mike gritted his teeth and whispered, "If there is any problem, the worst that can happen is death!
Even if I really die, it is better than suffering in the Heavenly Computing Center."

Observing the surrounding buildings, Mike walked into a long-abandoned club.

Stepping into the club, Mike could feel the chill getting stronger, as if it was going to freeze his soul.

"anyone there?"

Looking at the messy items in the club, he spoke carefully.

The next moment, a hoarse voice sounded slowly.

"This is not the place you should come."

Mike turned around suddenly and found that a figure shrouded in black fog had appeared behind him. It was Lu Yan who had secretly returned to the ground in a disguised identity.

Mike tried hard to suppress the fear in his heart, but his voice still trembled unconsciously.

"I saw on the Internet that you can provide loans here?"

Lu Yan looked Mike up and down, somewhat surprised that he had reaped rewards so quickly after casting such a wide net. Then the disguised hoarse voice sounded again.

“It turned out to be a guest.”

"Come with me!"

As he spoke, Lu Yan walked towards the depths of the club.

Mike followed closely behind him, passing through several rooms that had already been destroyed, and finally came to a relatively clean office.

Sitting back in the chair behind the desk, Lu Yan asked:
"Do you know the loan rules here?"

Mike nodded quickly: "I saw it online, saying that you can help solve the problem of entering the Heaven Computing Center.

I'm still 250,000 credit points short of paying the tax, if you can lend it to me."

Reaching out and knocking on the table, Lu Yan interrupted Mike's speech with narrowed eyes.

"You seem to have misunderstood one thing. What I meant by solving the trouble of entering the Heaven's Computing Power Center is not lending you money to pay the psychic tax." Mike was stunned when he heard this.

"No, not borrowing money, then what is it?"

Lu Yan crossed his fingers on the desk and chuckled.

“The Heaven Computing Center has always been longing for only one thing, and that is your soul, and our company can solve this problem.

For what we are borrowing is the soul.”

"Lending souls?"

Mike looked dazed and full of disbelief.

"Clap!"

Lu Yan clapped his hands, and then Mike saw an extremely strange scene.

A transparent human figure suddenly appeared in the air, and then the human figure began to become clearer and clearer, and finally gradually turned into an illusory human figure with a ferocious face.

This illusory figure looked almost the same as an ordinary person, but his face had a frightening ferocity. The nails on his broad hands were as sharp as blades, and on his chest was a string of strange patterns.

As the other party showed up, Mike immediately felt a cold breath coming at him, causing his body to tremble instinctively, as if he was facing a ferocious beast that was ready to devour its prey.

"This is the soul provided by our platform. As long as you borrow it, you can let it complete your daily heavy work after entering the Heaven Computing Center, freeing your body and mind!"

Mike couldn't help swallowing.

Although the soul in front of him looked very scary, Mike knew very well that what was more terrifying than the soul was the exploitation of the Heaven's Computing Power Center.

Every year, many people who enter the Heaven Computing Center become brain dead due to excessive exploitation of their soul computing power.

If there really was help from loaned souls, maybe it would really make his time at the Heavenly Computing Center a little easier.

"So what are the conditions for borrowing souls on your platform?"

Lu Yan casually threw out a contract, which detailed the various requirements for borrowing souls.

Condition 1: The borrower’s soul will belong to this platform after his/her death.

Condition 2: After the borrower completes the soul loan, he must worship the totem every day.

Condition three: No loan information shall be disclosed to the outside world.

Mike read through the contract one by one. With his many years of experience as a corporate slave, this contract was not very formal and the details on it were extremely harsh, but Mike could no longer care about that at this point.

If you can't even pass the Heaven's Computing Center, why bother about the soul after death?

After signing the contract, Mike asked:
"What exactly is the totem on the contract?"

Lu Yan waved his right hand lightly, and a black flag the size of a palm floated down from the ghostly fog surrounding him.

"This is the totem of the platform. You can take it back and worship it day and night."

Mike nodded as if he understood, and the moment he picked up the black flag, the soul slowly walked towards him, and then its figure faded as if it had entered his body.

"The loan is complete, you can go back now."

Mike suppressed his inner excitement and walked out of the office holding a small black flag in his hand.

Just as he was about to step out of the office, Mike suddenly seemed to remember something, turned his head to look at Lu Yan behind the desk and asked:
"Excuse me sir, what is the name of our soul lending platform?"

Lu Yan was slightly startled, and after a moment's hesitation, he replied:
"You can call us - the Underworld!"

(End of this chapter)