Chapter 581

In Marvel, the System Works for Me

His lack of emotion left him lonely and empty.

Harold had once thrown himself into taking the family business to new heights.

But there had been no need.

With the connections, information, talent, and other resources available to a great family, money poured in like water from a tap without anyone having to work hard.

That was how the world worked: the rich found it easier to make money.

In the end,

Harold had fallen into a drug-fueled haze, like so many other wealthy heirs. Then one day, someone handed him a black business card. One side bore a white skull, its hollow eye sockets crawling with maggots. The other held only a phone number.

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The man told Harold his name was Xila. He was a merchant who sold unusual things: pain, torment, and killing.

Xila blindfolded Harold and led him into a room.

It was dark, damp, and empty.

A middle-aged man stood inside, gaunt and frail, fear hidden behind the numbness in his eyes.

Xila said the man was terminally ill and had volunteered to be killed in exchange for money for his family.

His price was... 20,000 beli.

Unimaginably cheap.

Xila handed Harold a loaded revolver.

"I hope you enjoy yourself." Xila bowed elegantly and left with a smile.

Harold gripped the revolver, hesitating until his palm grew slick with sweat. He aimed it at the man's temple.

Bang!

Red blood and white brain matter splashed across his face. Harold pressed a hand to his chest, feeling his heart pound.

"Ha, hahaha..."

His shock gradually turned into manic laughter.

After that, Harold bought "death" from Xila at regular intervals.

About a year later, Harold was no longer satisfied. That was when Xila recommended a more exclusive