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Too Broke For Afterlife

After dying from alcohol poisoning, 22 year old Parker Jones finds himself in the head quarters of Afterlife Ltd. - the company that takes the dead to Heaven or Hell. Although Parker is eligible for salvation, the cold-hearted and egocentric Gen Z-ler doesn't have enough karma to buy the mandatory travel pass. Parker is sent back to Earth as a ghost to earn the needed points. His mission? Become a likeable and helpful person with enough karma so he can finally go to Heaven. But one buggy app later and suddenly his soul gets trapped inside the defect robot "Isabella" - a revenge hungry milf with way too much ass and attitude. Holding Parker hostage, she goes on a mission to not only seduce the cute chanteuse but also track down and avenge the person who ruined her life. The two form an unlikely alliance but of course, peace doesn't last for long. Hell is rising, humanity is in danger and together with a seal fanatic, a paranoid tech freak and a red-headed badass, the duo has to save Earth from Satan himself. Sounds epic, right? Well, there is just one tiny problem. How do you kill something that is already dead? --------------------------------- Become a part of la familia: https://discord.gg/uvyHgS5bsZ Volume 1: Too Broke For Afterlife Volume 2: Too Hot For Hell Volume 3: Too High For Heaven Volume 4: Too Lit To Quit

Chuck45Single · Khoa huyễn
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155 Chs

I am God

🅹🆄🅳🆈

I avoid her face and instead examine the desk.

All papers and folders are stacked neatly, there is not a single pen lying around. The white computer is polished.

I don't see any pictures or personal belongings. The only sign of personality is a bouquet of flowers inside a crystal vase.

I can feel Prisiclla's eyes lying on me. She is sitting in the tall chair, her hands folded on her lap. 

We've been sitting like this for a little while and I'm wondering whether the Mayor is waiting for me to say something.

But I don't have anything to say.

Well, except for 'Let me go!' and 'Where is Isabella?'. So I might as well stay silent.

She takes a sip from her tea without looking away. The filigrane porcelain cup looks so out of place surrounded by all this try-hard futurism. Like Priscilla is about to have afternoon tea with Darth Vader.