"Your body is already beyond its limit. If this continues, not even the lifespan granted by the Apocalypse Store can save you. Your soul is nearing exhaustion." Panyu somewhat understood why Xiao Lai wanted to leave the Apocalypse Store. She was about to die.
This kind of death could not be saved by lifespan, because the soul was the origin of a living being. It was like a cup: lifespan was water, poured into the cup and gradually consumed.
Once all the water was used up, death would follow.
But Xiao Lai's situation was that she had an endless supply of water, while the cup itself was covered in cracks. Once the cup shattered, no amount of water would matter, because she would still die.
"I'm curious. What exactly did you do in the Apocalypse Store?"
"From what I know of the Apocalypse Store, it merely uses your souls for mining. It shouldn't have reached this extent."
Panyu smiled. He knew some of the Apocalypse Store's secrets. These so-called customer service agents appeared to serve as shop managers on every plane, but in reality, they used their soul bodies to mine within those planes.
As for what they mined, that depended on the characteristics of the plane.
Xiao Lai had worked as a customer service agent for the Apocalypse Store for three thousand years. Before that, she had worked as one across different planes, so it could be said that her soul body had been mining for three thousand years.
Mining for the Apocalypse Store was not mining in the traditional sense. This kind of mining did not cause much depletion, and once it harmed a soul body, the Apocalypse Store would immediately let its customer service agents recuperate and help them recover.
That was why Panyu found it difficult