Yu-Gi-Oh!: This card wants to go to you.

I only remember that the old shopkeeper smiled slightly, his face showing both joy and a sense of vicissitude:

"There are very few people who duel here."

"Everyone who comes to the store feels like a friend, like family."

Chapter 80 I Learned God-Slaying Techniques at the Research Center

"To be an amazing store manager..."

When Luo Bai was fourteen, the old shopkeeper Nanyang Gong, who had raised him, passed away after leaving behind these words, leaving Luo Bai and Teacher Tony to stay by his bedside.

The old shop manager was a very strange person.

Despite having pale hair and deep wrinkles, her mental age is surprisingly young.

In layman's terms, it's very soulful, very chuunibyou (a Japanese term for someone with delusions of grandeur), and very spirited.

Perhaps a century will pass in the blink of an eye, and the burning passion of the soul will not have cooled down yet.

Especially after he learned that there was an anime called "Yu-Gi-Oh!" on Earth, he became so excited that he stayed up all night watching it over and over again, and kept saying things like...

say what...

I might soon be going to the underworld to fight Yugi...

What else is there to say...

While everyone's still newbies, he's determined to become the number one [Iron Beast] in the Underworld...

The number one iron beast in the underworld...

...

"Meow~"

Teacher Tony noticed Luo Bai's change in mood and jumped onto his shoulder, patting him gently.

"Hoo..." Luo Bai broke free from his reverie, came to his senses, caught his breath, and his eyes were still slightly red.

"What is this person's social class?"

He turned his head and asked Tony.

"Meow..." (Noob)

Luo Bai nodded, agreeing with this statement.

If someone can lose three games in six minutes, you can roughly tell what level they are at.

"Why does the debt automatically incur a contract after three consecutive losses?" Luo Bai looked up and asked the program.

Logically, one should owe something to have incurred debt.

Qi Qiankong tensed up instantly, extremely concerned about the answer to this question.

The table program, unusually, hesitated for a moment before finally replying with a tone of self-doubt:

[As the previous store manager said]

A true duel requires bearing burdens.

Those who lose in the dark duel must offer up their souls.

The new employee has not yet paid for their soul and is currently in debt.

Luo Bai: "..."

That's definitely something a veteran store manager would say.

"You heard that too." Luo Bai looked at Qi Qiankong, the two of them staring at each other like demons, his voice cold and deep, "You owe us souls."

"No!" Qi Qiankong screamed, covering his head and burying it on the table.

"My soul stinks!"

"I spend four hours in the toilet every day!"

"Kid, you're going to pay your debts, aren't you? Humph!" (Meow!) Luo Bai and the cat threatened again.

"what--"

Qi Qiankong gripped his head even tighter, his fingertips trembling slightly, as if trying to block all the terrifying information from entering his brain.

His eyes were tightly shut, his brows furrowed into a deep wrinkle, and fine beads of sweat glistened on his forehead, his skin radiating pain and terror.

"Now I'll give you a way out." Seeing that the intimidation had worked, Luo Bai smiled wickedly and said in a cold, ghostly voice, "Sign this."

Qi Qiankong paused for a moment, then slowly removed his hands from his head.

A sheet of A4-sized paper appeared before my eyes.

"The Self-Cultivation of a Shop Clerk"

The content was not the indenture he had imagined, nor was it asking him to do anything evil or godlike.

Besides filling in some basic information, there were many encouraging words, highlighting positive energy between the lines!

If you're a student, study hard!

If you're a corporate slave, work hard!

Making money, conducting scientific research, and making a name for oneself!

Believe in yourself!

Grow up well and become a person who contributes to society!

"How bizarre!!!" Qi Qiankong roared inwardly.

I used to think this evil god was terrifying, but now it's become eerie.

[Terrifying] is that the opponent has five blocks, and our side has a timely reaction to every move we make.

[Strange] The opponent has five hits, and no matter how we move, there is no timing to react.

Who would have thought that the thing an evil god asked him to sign was not murder, arson, looting, or burning, but studying hard, working diligently, and striving to become a person who contributes to society?

"Write quickly!" (Meow!)

Luo Bai and the cat threatened again.

"Yes!" Qi Qiankong trembled and straightened his body.

...

"【Sumeru Garden】Fortress..."

"Sumeru...that sounds very wise..."

"Do you have a little grass god where you live...?"

"A little grass spirit? Never heard of it, but we do have a [wood spirit] here..."

...

"A researcher at the center?"

"The research topics are [Ancient Dragon] and [Abyss]?"

"You're getting a permanent position, and it's for a high-level research project, so why is the monthly salary only 5,280?"

Luo Bai stared at him as he filled out the basic information, his brows furrowed as he reprimanded him.

"Reflect on yourself!"

"Have you been working properly all these years?"

"Has the salary increased?"

"Look more at your own problems."

(Damn, another penniless wretch, only slightly better off than Miss Mei.)

"I'm sorry!" Qi Qiankong shouted, "I'll never slack off again!"

(I will never go into that toilet again, even if you kill me)

...

"Your part-time job is writing novels?" Luo Bai raised an eyebrow in admiration, but his face darkened when he saw the next line.

"Tell me, why is your royalties zero?"

Qi Qiankong looked embarrassed and turned his head away, smiling politely, "The book has been taken down...it's become a banned book, but..."

He immediately spoke with righteous indignation.

"I am working on my appeal!"

"Banned books? Hmm?" Luo Bai's gaze towards him became strange. "I didn't expect that someone with thick eyebrows and big eyes, who looks so upright, would be secretly collecting banned books?"

"Shall we talk?"

What is the title of the book?

"Uh—" Qi Qiankong stammered, his brows furrowing, and he awkwardly managed to squeeze out a few words, "The book title is..."

"I...I'm studying...slaying gods at the research center."

The moment the book title was uttered, his toes gripped the floor tightly.

"Talented," Luo Bai praised, then silently returned to his manager's seat and put on the VR headset.

KC still has to keep playing.

"You can leave now that you're done writing."

"I don't have a card, but I want to go to your place."

"Reflect on yourself carefully, and come visit me often when you have time."

He spoke slowly, and none of the card boxes showed any unusual activity like that of the [True Blood Lord].

"Can, can we go now?" Qi Qiankong's eyes were glazed over, as if he hadn't yet recovered from his surprise.

"Okay, we can go now." Luo Bai said indifferently, wearing a helmet. "If you want to play cards, you can play with Teacher Tony."