"Goddess, touching my face costs money!"
Chen Mo maintained his stiff smile, but his eyes shifted slightly.
The bone fingers of death were still pressed against his face.
An extremely cold and sinister power sealed off every cell. If the other party wished, Chen Mo suspected that the world that had just been born inside him would have to be buried the next second.
Of course, she was also the one who presided over the funeral.
"Oh? You don't like it?"
"Uh, no, not really."
Chen Mo thought about it seriously.
"It's just that your hands are a bit cold. Next time, let me know in advance and I'll get you a hand warmer."
Death looked at him, but said nothing.
A moment later, she withdrew her bony hand.
The crimson-gold energy within Chen Mo's body began to circulate again, and his dormant cells regained their activity. Instead of immediately creating distance, he reached out to check his face.
fine.
It didn't get a layer of skin rubbed off.
After confirming that there were no strange marks on his body, Chen Mo then looked towards death.
"Working for you sounds very promising."
"You agree?"
"No, I'll never work, I'll never work in my life."
Chen Mo answered without hesitation.
Are you kidding me?
After wandering through countless worlds for so long, how could Chen Mo possibly end up working for someone else?
However, the black flames that Death just sent were indeed very tempting. If he could continue to get a little something from her for free, then occasionally helping the skinny goddess deal with a few targets didn't seem entirely unacceptable.
Thinking of this, Chen Mo's smile became even more sincere.
"But we can negotiate with temporary workers."
The eerie light within the dead eye sockets flickered gently.
"Temporary worker?"
"It's piece-rate pay, no clocking in, no fixed office hours, no accepting of corporate culture indoctrination, and the cooperation can be terminated at any time if either party feels it's not a good fit."
Chen Mo counted on his fingers, explaining each point one by one.
"Most importantly, I retain absolute autonomy over my body and soul. You can't control me, nor can you drag me out to work overtime while I'm sleeping."
Death listened quietly.
Then, she raised that pale, bony hand and patted it twice.
Smack
Smack
In the desolate void, the two sounds were exceptionally clear.
Chen Mo was taken aback.
"Are you applauding, or checking if your bones are strong enough?"
A faint smile appeared on the half of the face that was deathly beautiful.
" Chen Mo has never made these demands of me before."
"My esteemed goddess, that's because they lack awareness of labor protections."
Chen Mo spread his hands.
" Cul is the best example of what not to do. He burned through his lifespan and consumed his soul, and in the end, not even a corpse was left. It's obvious he didn't read the contract carefully when he signed it."
"He gave everything willingly."
So he died.
"Death is his destiny."
Temporary workers can't be paid for their accommodation.
The two stared at each other for a moment.
Death raised her hand, and a wisp of black flame ignited between her bony fingers.
You may continue to use my power.
"I already received this, so it doesn't count towards my salary."
"You can gain insight into death from your missions."
Learning opportunities cannot replace actual compensation.
"You can get the bodies of those targets."
Chen Mo's eyes lit up.
"Including genes, memory, and abilities?"
"The soul belongs to death."
"I only want the physical body."
"The debt is mine too."
"No problem, I respect the attribution of debts the most."
Chen Mo nodded readily.
The eerie light in Death's eyes paused for a moment.
She had probably seen many who trampled on the laws of death, but she had never seen anyone who could discuss the ownership of a corpse so naturally.
From a certain perspective, Chen Mo is indeed very suitable for this job.
"You will execute those who flee the end, reclaim those stolen from lives, and cleanse those who refuse to pay the price."
"This scope of work is too broad; it needs to be restricted."
Chen Mo immediately said, "I won't accept missions involving ordinary people, missions without any benefit, or missions I can't defeat. Also, any missions involving the destruction of the universe must be communicated to me in advance."
You can refuse.
"So generous?"
"The task will continue even after you refuse."
Death watched him calmly.
"Until someone finishes, or you become part of the mission."
Chen Mo's smile froze slightly.
Goodness!
Isn't this still a disguised threat?
However, death did not require him to accept the task, nor did it stipulate a completion time. According to the rules, he did indeed have the right to refuse.
However, if you refuse too many times, your boss might put you on their task list.
The company did not fire anyone.
Only recycling.
How is work-related injury calculated?
"After you die, you can see me directly."
"Goddess, this isn't workers' compensation, it's employee buyout."
Many lives yearn for this qualification.
"Then go ahead and recruit them, I won't stop you."
Death has taken a step forward.
Chen Mo immediately added, "Of course, being able to see the beautiful Goddess of Death is indeed a very tempting employee perk. But I'm a bit shy, so I don't want to come too often for now."
You fear death.
"Nonsense, who in their right mind isn't afraid of death?"
Chen Mo said matter-of-factly, "Being afraid of death doesn't conflict with working for you. Firefighters don't like fire either. Do they have to set themselves on fire first to prove their professional loyalty?"
Death offered no rebuttal.
Chen Mo gradually formed a judgment in his mind.
The other party doesn't care about loyalty.
She only cared whether the laws governing death were enforced.
What the executors are thinking, what methods they use, or even whether they will benefit from it, is completely irrelevant.
As long as the debts incurred eventually return to death, that's all that matters.
This boss is someone you can work with.
She genuinely doesn't care if her employees take kickbacks.
"The last two conditions."
Chen Mo held up two fingers.
"First, my physical body, consciousness, and soul belong to me forever. You cannot forcibly descend upon me without permission, much less use my body to do anything."
"Can."
"Secondly, I don't need to report at all times, and I don't have fixed working hours. I decide when to accept tasks and when to complete them."
Death was watching him.
The temperature in the void dropped again.
Black and red carapaces appeared on Chen Mo's body, but his expression remained unchanged.
This is his bottom line.
Strength can be borrowed, tasks can be completed, but one's body must never be surrendered.
If death refuses, then there's no point in continuing the discussion.
After a few seconds, death slowly nodded.
I accept.
A ball of black flame appeared out of thin air and landed in front of Chen Mo.
The flames had no temperature, yet countless black characters flashed rapidly within them. These characters did not belong to any known language, but Chen Mo understood their meaning at a single glance.
They record the terms that the two sides had just agreed upon.
There is no loyalty.
There are no constraints.
There is no trap that could take away your soul at any time.
Chen Mo carefully checked it three times before reaching out to touch the black flame.
The flames merged into his palm.
The rules of death that had just stabilized spread rapidly, and the dark lines traveled up his arm, eventually converging deep within his left eye.
A black flame slowly burned in the pupil.
From this moment on, he gained the right to directly confront the laws of death.
Not an apostle.
He is not a believer.
Rather, he was a unique temporary worker under the command of death.
Chen Mo felt the changes within his body and nodded in satisfaction.
"It's a pleasure doing business with you."
Death offered no response, only raised its intact hand.
A pure black contract, radiating a dense aura of death, appeared in her hand.
The smile on Chen Mo's face vanished instantly.
"Wait a minute, you're assigning tasks to new employees? Didn't you even provide pre-job training?"
The pure black contract has already flown over.
Chen Mo instinctively caught it, then remembered his health problem.
"Perfect timing, there's something else I wanted to ask. My current mass is too large to return to Earth. Do you have any ideas...?"
Death did not give him the chance to finish speaking.
She raised her bony finger and pointed downwards.
Click.
The remaining spatial layer beneath Chen Mo's feet instantly cracked open, revealing a dark fissure.
The cracks spread rapidly, piercing through the entire dimensional ruins in the blink of an eye. The shattered spatial rules around them completely lost their support and began to collapse on a large scale.
Terrifying dimensional turbulence erupted from below.
Chen Mo's body suddenly sank, and he immediately plummeted into the depths of the crevice.
"No, answer the question first!"
Death stood in the collapsing void, his the Boys remaining perfectly still.
"Now that I'm on the job, it just so happens that there's a deadbeat who borrows power from higher dimensions and refuses to settle his lifespan."
She said calmly, "Go and collect it."
Before the slender goddess's chilling voice had completely dissipated, Chen Mo had already been swept into the raging winds of dimensional collapse.
He glanced down at the pure black contract in his hand.
At the top of the contract, the debtor's name and identity are recorded.
Yao (the current Sorcerer Supreme of Earth).
Chen Mo stared intently at that line of text.
"Our dynasty!"