I've died 47 times in this game, so I've decided to sell it.

Qi Ye, a light cone dealer, spends every day trying to find ways to sell his light cones.
He believed his light cones were of high quality and low price, but why did every customer turn around and hunt him down after buying them?
"It's just a tiny side effect, what's that compared to the powerful effects of the light cone?"
"You call this a tiny bit?" Jing Yuan, with the body of a petite young girl, gritted her teeth.
"Outrageous! Outrageous! Truly outrageous! I have surpassed everything! Hahahaha!" Yang Chaoyue opened her arms, and the black hole spun in her palms.
On March 7th, he broke down and cried out, "Uncle Yang, please stop! We're becoming the villains!"
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But we can't entirely blame Xiye for this.
After all, he died forty-seven times, and each death marked the beginning of a new life.
Although he was usually eliminated immediately upon landing, there were a few times when he was lucky enough to survive.
So he kept going through the cycle of dying and being resurrected, and in the process, he met a lot of people and sold a lot of light cones.
They all died in front of them afterward.
Every time, they died completely.
Now that they meet again, he sees the increasingly fierce look in everyone's eyes.
Qi Ye chuckled dryly and slowly raised his hands:
"Um...can I sell myself to pay off my debts?"