Don't Worry, Your Master Is Here

Don't worry, your master is here.

When the New Year's bells rang, Chen Yu finally stopped.

The resurrections here had ceased. There was no need to keep killing.

Not only had the Yellow Springs Star Lord's temple here been drained dry of vital energy and blood, but the profits earned earlier had all been consumed here. Yellow Springs Star Lord had even had to cover part of the losses himself.

Those who had signed contracts were having an even worse time. Not only had they been forced to die over a hundred times, their Yellow Springs Star Lord insurance premiums for the new year had shot straight into eight figures. Quite a few of them nearly fainted, realizing they could not afford to die again.

If they died, they would have to wait in line for months before they could be resurrected.

And if we can't be resurrected, what's the difference between us and those disgusting lowborn?

The Yellow Springs Star Lord temple attendant looked utterly ashen.

Every time Chen Yu killed someone, he kept count, then recalculated the losses in between.

In the end, he simply stopped counting. Instead, he stood to the side, clapping and shouting, "Well killed! Kill a few more!"

They were bankrupt already anyway. A few more deaths did not matter.

Quite a few Upper District residents returned here with their tails between their legs. The looks from those around them told them that they were probably finished.

Their insurance premiums had already risen into eight figures. They could forget about renewing their coverage this year, or even for the next several decades.

Without insurance, they would be unable to participate in many activities. After all, some activities were dangerous, and dying meant having to wait in line.

Unable to participate, they could only avoid