Soul Lock stared blankly at the spot where Luo Chuan had vanished, unable to understand what had just happened.
Their conversation from moments ago kept replaying in his mind—
"The Magic Phone in your hand is worth one hundred Spirit Crystals," the stranger god had said.
"...I don't have any." Soul Lock did not know how he had managed to say those words.
"You don't even have a hundred Spirit Crystals?" The god had frowned.
Soul Lock's mutated brain had raced at high speed. "Spirit Crystals are just a pile of useless stones to me."
"Forget it. If you don't have them, then you don't have them." The god had sighed softly.
Soul Lock had felt somewhat nervous.
"Put it on credit for now. Pay me when you have them later," the god had continued.
Soul Lock had frozen for a moment, then quickly understood what those words meant.
In other words, he could keep living?
Death was not something he feared, but living was not bad either.
As long as he did not have to stay in this damned place.
But clearly, that had only been wishful thinking on his part.
Without exaggeration, his life was now entirely in that god's hands.
Soul Lock understood that clearly and did not dare say another word.
After leaving those words behind, the god had departed.
Soul Lock took a deep breath, and his scattered attention finally returned from wherever it had drifted.
Forget it. There was nothing he could do anyway. He could only stay here in peace.
Fortunately, that god had left him Cola, along with this item called a Magic Phone.
He knew Cola. Its taste was still vividly etched into his mind.
As for the Magic Phone...
It seemed rather interesting.
The images were exquisite, changing along with