Because the incident happened so suddenly, was so egregious, and had such a significant impact on the campus and the school in society, it was urgently stopped by the school before it could spread.

The school leaders urgently summoned me and demanded that I return all the money I had swindled from the female students, or they would expel me and report me to the police for fraud.

But at that time I didn't have much money left and was completely unable to repay it.

But I can't lose my studies, because losing my studies means I have to go back to my rural hometown, which I haven't been back to since I went to university.

I cannot be arrested by the police, because I am an adult. If I am charged with fraud, I will definitely go to jail.

Just when I was at my wit's end, someone suddenly contacted me on a social media platform I usually use for fishing.

Through communication with this person, he told me that there was a place where I could make money, and that I wouldn't have to pay it back.

At first, I thought it was one of those shady online loans that scam college students.

But he later told me that Gu Qingqing obtained her money in this way.

I believed it.

Although I don't know exactly how much money Gu Qingqing has, the clothes and jewelry she wears are definitely worth more than a few hundred thousand.

After all, no shady online lending platform would lend hundreds of thousands of yuan to an ordinary college student.

So when I asked him where that place was, he told me to wait.

I don't have time to wait. The school is pressuring me step by step to repay the students. The deadline is fast approaching, and I simply don't have time to wait.

The night before the repayment date, when I was on the verge of despair, that person sent me a message.

He gave me a string of numbers and then told me to take my ID card to an abandoned pharmaceutical factory in the eastern suburbs, saying that the transaction could be completed that night and I could get the money.

Upon seeing this message, I hurriedly got dressed, took out my ID card from my wallet, and rushed out the door.

I took a taxi and headed straight for the pharmaceutical factory in the eastern suburbs.

At that moment, I couldn't care less about anything else. If I couldn't pay back the money by tomorrow, I would be disgraced both at school and back home. And if I went to jail, I would be looked down upon for the rest of my life.

After I arrived at the pharmaceutical factory, I followed that person's instructions and knocked on the door after the taxi had driven away.

The person who opened the door was wearing a black cloak and a white mask.

Upon seeing me, the person spoke in a mechanical, indistinguishable voice: "Number."

Ignoring my fear, I hurriedly read out the number that the person in my mind had given me.

Then the man asked for my ID card, looked at it in front of me, and handed it back to me. He said, "Go in, to the room with the light on."

As soon as I stepped through the gate, the man quickly closed the factory gate.

The sound of the iron gate slamming shut was particularly jarring in this desolate place.

I turned on my phone and found that there was no signal at all inside the factory.

I wanted to turn on the flashlight to provide light, but I found that the flashlight wouldn't start.

Even the camera and microphone are unusable.

I know I'm in a bind now, and all I can do is grit my teeth and keep going.

I arrived at the only factory building with lights on, and my first impression upon entering was one of oppression.

A vast space, dimly lit.

All that could be vaguely made out was a desk in the center of the factory, and the person sitting in front of the desk was dressed in the same clothes as the person who opened the door earlier. He was holding a silver mobile phone and seemed to be playing a game.

There was another person standing behind him, dressed exactly the same.

I couldn't see their faces or their figures clearly.

I walked unsteadily to the desk, and he put away his phone and looked at me.

"Hello, Lin Chen." The person's voice was still that processed, mechanical tone, and then he pointed to a stool in front of the desk: "Sit."

I glanced around; it was relatively dark, making it difficult to discern my surroundings.

"Hello, I heard you can make money here. I'd like to know how the transaction works," I asked timidly.

I was in a panic. I didn't know what conditions this mysterious person would propose, or whether I had the right to refuse.

The mysterious man spoke up: "How much money do you want?"

I originally only wanted 70,000 yuan to repay those stupid women who had given me money.

But then I suddenly pictured that stupid woman, Gu Qingqing, transforming herself into a phoenix, and I realized that 70,000 yuan was simply not enough for me.

So I asked, "Is any price acceptable?"

The man smiled and said, "That depends on what price you're willing to pay."

"I accept anything here, as long as you pay the price, I can give you enough money."

Hearing this, I swallowed hard. This seemed like a chance for me to turn things around, so I said directly, "I want ten million."

The man said, "Of course you can, but what makes you think you deserve ten million? Or do you have anything worth ten million on you?"

Upon hearing this, I didn't know how to respond.

Yes, ten million. That's more than many people can earn in their entire lives. Why should I want ten million?

"Here's what I'll offer you: three options."

"The first option is to exchange your lifespan for it. Ten thousand a year, you decide how much you need."

Seeing my hesitation, the man gave me three choices.

"The second option is that I can lend you ten million, but you have to pay me back 12 million a week later."

"The third option is to exchange your body for mine. You can hand over your body to me in a week."

I simply ignored the first and second options.

I chose the third option directly.

My body? To me, it's just a tool for making money. I just never expected to earn ten million this time.

Then the man handed me a contract with some easy-to-understand terms written on it.

I glanced at it casually, and then signed my name without hesitation.

Then, a person dressed similarly placed a very large suitcase in front of me.

The mysterious man at the desk pointed to the suitcase and said, "Open it and take a look."

With great excitement, I opened my suitcase, which was filled with bright red banknotes.

This is a scene I've only ever seen in movies and TV shows.

I was overjoyed. With ten million, I could become a person of high status.

So what if I sell my body? It's not like I haven't sold myself before. It's just that I got more money this time.

At the time, I thought it didn't matter even if the other person was a man; I've played those perverted games that rich women like to play before.

It wasn't until a week later that I realized the kind of physical intimacy he wanted was completely different from what I had imagined.

I didn't even have time to regret it or a chance to back out.

After I used the money to pay back those stupid women, I still had a lot left, which I squandered for a week.

A week later, when I was ready to give myself to him again, I couldn't get in touch with him.

Instead, another person appeared in my mind.

Then, I felt my soul being torn apart.

Then I was devoured by someone who called himself the Great Emperor, and then I lost consciousness completely.

My name is Lin Chen, and I am dead.