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I Owed the King of Hell 100 Million, and My Bestie Paid It Of

After I died, I lost a hundred million playing poker with the King of Hell. I clung to his leg and cried all night, wailing so pitifully that he finally took pity on me and agreed to let me return to the mortal world during the All Souls Day—just long enough to find my best friend and ask for help paying off my debt. My best friend, Amelia, happens to be the heroine of a tragic romance novel. And right now, she's standing on the rooftop, eyes closed, about to jump. I panicked and shouted, "Amelia! If you dare jump, I swear I'll tell everyone about that time you were ghosted by your online boyfriend from that game! You cried so hard you took a 20-hour train ride to beg him to take you back—only to find out he was a primary school student! He didn't reply because his teacher confiscated his phone during class!"