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

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 Dayjust 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 backonly to find out he was a primary school student! He didn't reply because his teacher confiscated his phone during class!"

Amelia's foot froze mid-air. She slowly stepped back, her eyes widened, voice trembling. "Sherry... is that you?"
Looking at her disheveled hair and swollen red eyes, my heart ached. But before I could say anything, my beloved best friend slapped her face.
Slap!
I was dumbfounded.
Tears rolled down her cheeks as she whispered in despair, "Amelia, you've finally gone insane. Sherry has been dead for six years. How could she possibly appear now..."
She took a deep breath, her voice hollow. "But it's fine, Sherry... I'll come see you soon."
And with that, she stepped back toward the edge again.
Desperate, I pulled out my trump card and shouted her old online username at the top of my lungs. "Midnight Swan In Silken Rain!"
She froze, shivering all over. "Even my hallucinations are digging up my black history now..."
I floated right in front of her and snorted. "Have you considered it's not a hallucination?"
She stared at me in horror and screamed, "G-Ghost!"
Then she stumbled backward and fell right on her butt.
I glanced down at myself and smiled lopsidedly. I guess I got a little too excited and forgot my neck had twisted 180 degrees.
I quickly turned it back and floated over to her. "Amelia, I've missed you so much!"
Amelia was still trembling but managed to choke out, "Sherry, I missed you too!"
We hugged and cried like drama queens.
After a while, between the sniffles, Amelia asked, "Sherry, you've been gone six years and never came to see me. Why now?"
I hesitated, feeling a bit embarrassed. "Well... I kinda... owe a little money in the underworld."
Her eyes narrowed instantly. "I knew you wouldn't visit me for nothing. How much?"
"One hundred million. I've got ten days to pay it back." I smiled wryly.
Amelia waved her hand confidently. "No problem. Tomorrow I'll go buy some joss paper and burn it for you!"
My eyes lit up. "Wow, sis, you must've done pretty well these past six years!"
She crossed her arms and snorted. "I can't afford a real million, but you think I can't afford a million in the Bank of Heaven and Earth? Just waittomorrow I'll burn you ten billion! You can hire male models every day in the underworld!"
I fell silent.
She thought I was touched and patted my shoulder... except her hand went right through me.
She froze, then broke down sobbing again.
I knew she was remembering the day I died, so I quickly said, "Hey, don't cry yet. I've got bad news for you."
"What bad news?" she hiccuped.
"The exchange rate between the underworld's currency and dollar is one-to-one. Surprise!"
Her crying stopped instantlyshe even hiccupped mid-breath. "Wait... how much did you say you owe?"
"A hundred million."
"...I think I'll just go die now," she deadpanned.
"No, don't!" I shouted, panicking. "If you die broke, you'll have to work 24/7 in the underworld with no breaks! It's worse than a 996 job!"

"The King of Hell said if I can't repay that hundred million, he's going to throw me into a cauldron of oil and fry me into a crispy, golden cheese-coated ghost ball!"
Amelia blinked. "...That actually sounds kind of delicious."
I threw myself on the floor and started wailing.
"Waaah, sis! You're the real daughter of the Wright family now, Mrs. Fletcherwife of the capital's golden boy! Don't tell me you can't even afford a measly hundred million? What happened to 'don't forget me when you're rich and powerful,' huh?"
At the mention of her family, Amelia's expression faltered. She was silent for a long while before whispering, "But Sherry... I don't have any money."
"What about your shares in the Wright Corporation?"
"They're all in Fake Miss Wright's hands nowJanine took them."
I gave her a look of utter disappointment. "Then go and take back what's yours!"
"But..."
"No 'buts,' my dear bestie! We've got ten days before I get tossed into the fryer! Are you really okay watching me turn into a ghost tempura?"
Amelia looked torn, but she finally nodded. "Don't worry, Sherry. I'll get the money."
Before I could even respond, she went straight downstairs, hailed a taxi, and headed toward the Wright family villa. I floated along behind her, like a very determined helium balloon.
The moment we reached the gate, laughter and music spilled from inside. There was a full-blown party.
Amelia pressed her lips together and pushed open the door.
Instantly, silence ensued. The whole villa went dead quiet.
Especially Janineshe jumped up from her seat beside Madam Wright, her eyes instantly turned red.
"Sister, I thought you weren't coming home today! I only sat in your seat for a bitI'll move right now!"
She hurried to the far end of the table, limping dramatically, looking pitiful as if she had been bullied.
I was furious. "Where did this pretentious little bitch come from? Her acting is poor, only fools will believe it!"
But of course, the Wrights loved this act.
Kenneth, Amelia's brother, slammed his cutlery down and dragged Janine back to her seat.
"Amelia! How many times do I have to say it? I only recognize Janine as my sister!"
Madam Wright sighed in perfect fake sympathy. "Amelia, it wasn't Janine's fault you two were switched at birth. You've bullied her for six yearsisn't that enough?"
Amelia clenched her fists, face pale. "I didn't bully her. She"
But Mr. Wright didn't even let her finish. He slammed his glass on the table. "This is a family dinner! If you can't behave, get out!"
I floated over beside him, glaring, and I spat in his glass in anger.
"Fine! Let's go, babe. We don't need this bunch of psychos anyway!"
But Amelia just shook her head softly.
I knew she was enduring this humiliation for my saketo get money for me. My heart suddenly turned to mush.
She sat quietly in the corner. When the maid brought her cutlery, she just ate silently, pretending she didn't hear the others' disdain.
No one spoke.
After a few bites, Kenneth slammed his bowl down. "I lost my appetite. I'm done."
Mr. Wright followed suit, and Madam Wright immediately called the maid to clear the table, not caring that Amelia had barely eaten two bites.
She didn't complain, and just kept her head down. She was calm as if she'd long gotten used to it.
When everyone was about to leave, Amelia finally spoke up, her voice hesitant but steady.
"Mom, Dad... could you return some of the shares Janine took before?"
At that instant, Kenneth exploded. "Amelia, do you have no shame?"
He grabbed a plate of food and flung it at her. Sauce splattered down her hair, dripping over her face.
Unbothered, she wiped it off and said calmly, "Brother, I really need the money. It's urgent."
"Urgent for what? Planning to use it to hurt Janine again?"
Only then did I realize that Janine's limp had something to do with Amelia.
Back when the Wright family's patriarch was still alivea man known for being fair and sharphe had transferred Janine's shares to Amelia after she was proven to be the real daughter.

Of course, Grandpa Arthur hadn't treated Janine unfairly. He'd even set up a trust fund just for herthough the amount was nowhere near what the real Wright family heirs received.
Not long after arranging everything, Grandpa Arthur passed away due to illness.
On the day of his funeral, Janine didn't show up. Her phone went straight to voicemail.
At first, everyone just complained about how ungrateful and disrespectful she was. But as night fell and she still couldn't be reached, panic spread through the entire family.
They all split up to search for her, including Amelia.
By midnight, there was still no sign of Janine.
Then, just as everyone was losing hope, Madam Wright's phone rang. It was Janine.
The call lasted only a secondjust enough for her to scream, "Help me!"
Soon after, the line went dead.
Using the phone's location, the family rushed to find her.
They arrived at a run-down house on the outskirts of the city. Janine was standing on the rooftop, trembling, like someone was forcing her toward the edge.
Just as the Wrights called out to hershe fell.
When they looked up in shock, they saw Amelia standing on the same rooftop.
Meanwhile, Janine, barely conscious, murmured weakly as she was carried away, "Sister... I'll never steal our family from you again... Please... don't hurt me..."
From that day on, Amelia's shares were transferred back to Janine, and she became the most hated person in the Wright household.
Now, back at the dinner table, Kenneth's accusations echoed in her ears. Amelia stood frozen, unable to utter a word.
She just watched, blankly, as one by one, her family members turned away and left the dining room.
Then, quietly, she walked to the farthest corner of the villa and sat on her bed in silence. Her fingers trembled slightly, the only sign that she hadn't gone completely numb.
I floated to stand before her, speaking firmly. "There's no way you did that to Janine. You're not that kind of person."
She lifted her head, tears spilling freely down her face. "Sherry... they don't believe me. Not a single one of them..."
"That day, I was out looking for Janine too. Then I got a textan address saying she was there. I rushed over, but the moment she saw me, she smiled... and jumped."
"I swear, I didn't do anything."
I stayed beside her, quietly keeping her company until her sobs faded into shaky breaths.
Then she whispered, "Thank you, Sherry."
I waved her off. "Please, you didn't even dare skip class to get bubble tea with me back thenyou think I'd believe you had the guts to push someone off a roof? Only that bunch of brainless walnuts in your family would believe such nonsense!"
Amelia actually laughed through her tears. "Don't worry, Sherry. I've got another plan. I'll definitely get you that money."
I thought she'd come up with some brilliant schemes, but I was wrong.
The next morning, she marched straight to Denver's companywith divorce papers in hand.
On the way there, she smiled shyly.
"Sherry, if I divorce Denver and split the marital assets, I can get enough money to pay off your debt!"
I was about to tell her not to sacrifice her happiness for me when she suddenly squared her shoulders and stormed into the building. But the moment we stepped inside, the receptionist stopped her.
"Good morning, Ma'am. Do you have an appointment?"
I couldn't help sneering, "Wow. You need an appointment to see your own husband?"
Amelia blushed slightly and whispered to the receptionist, "I'm Mr. Fletcher's wife. Could you please tell him I need to see him?"
The receptionist's expression turned icy and disdainful. "Madam, if you're going to pretend, at least try harder. Mr. Fletcher is currently dining with his wife in the lounge. If you don't leave, I'll have to call security."
Amelia's face went completely pale.
She turned to me, panic flickering in her eyesand then suddenly dashed toward the elevator.
The receptionist immediately shouted, "Security! Security!"

It didn't take long before security guards rushed over, pinning Amelia to the floor and trying to drag her out of the building.
Her hands clung desperately to the pillar, fingernails scraping against the surface and leaving long white scratches.
I hovered anxiously nearby, pacing in circlesbut there was nothing I could do.
No one could see me, no one could hear me. No one except Amelia.
Just then, the elevator chimed.
Janine walked out with a man beside her, chatting and laughing intimately.
Amelia froze for a second, then suddenly shouted, "Denver!"
The moment Denver saw her, disgust flickered across his face.
"What are you doing here?"
Amelia broke free from the guard, yanked a folder from her bag, and held it out to him.
"You've always wanted a divorce, haven't you? Fine. I agree."
The receptionist and the guards exchanged glancesthen looked at Denver, then at Amelia, and finally at Janine. The look on their faces was... priceless.
Denver's lips tightened into a thin, hard line. Suppressing his anger, he said coldly, "Go upstairs. We'll talk there."
As soon as the office door closed, he flung the divorce agreement at Amelia's face.
"Amelia, must you humiliate Janine like this?"
Janine quickly stepped forward, clutching Denver's arm with teary eyes.
"Denver, please don't blame my sister. She's your real wife. It's all my fault. I'll leave right now."
She picked up her bag and turned dramatically toward the door, wiping at her eyes as though she were the victim of some great tragedy.
Denver pulled her back into his arms, his voice soft and indulgent.
"Janine, you're pregnant now. Don't cry. Be good and stay hereI'll protect you."
Amelia just stood there, staring blankly at the scene before her. It was as if her heart had simply stopped working.
Then, as her gaze met mine, something flickered behind her empty eyes.
She knelt, picked up the scattered divorce papers, and placed them gently on Denver's desk.
Her voice was calmpainfully calm.
"Denver, I know it's always been Janine you love. Now that she's pregnant, you should give her the title she deserves."
A flicker of triumph flashed in Janine's eyesbut it quickly twisted into jealousy and spite.
Denver's expression hardened.
"Amelia, are you proud of yourself? You know the Fletcher family would never accept a disabled daughter-in-law, so you schemed against Janine, made her fall, and now you're pretending to be noble to win my sympathy? Do you think I can't see through you?"
I froze.
So he really did love Janine, but married Amelia only because Janine got injured and limped afterward.
"Oh, so the scheming bitch ruined her own life? Talk about karma!"
I floated around Janine's head, making faces at her even though she couldn't see me.
At least, Amelia laughed through her tears.
That single smile seemed to ignite Denver's fury all over again.
"Amelia, so what if you have the title of Mrs. Fletcher? Only Janine can give birth to the Fletcher family's heir. You'll never have anything!"
With that, he called security and had her "escorted" out.
A while later, Amelia sat down on the curb outside the company, staring blankly ahead. Her eyes were red but empty.
"Sherry," she whispered, "I'm sorry. I probably can't help you repay that one hundred million."
Her voice cracked. "I'm useless. I couldn't save you six years ago... and I can't save you now."
Her tears fell, heavy and silent, splashing onto her hands.
I reached out instinctively to wipe them away, but my hand passed straight through. Still, I stubbornly tried again and again.
"Amelia," I said softly, "whether you can help me or not doesn't matter. I just want you to be bravelike you were six years ago."
She looked up at me, her dazed expression slowly clearing. A hint of determination flickered in her eyes.

"Sherry, there are still nine days left. I'll definitely find a way!"
As soon as Amelia said that, the sharp sound of brakes pierced the air.
A familiar, lazy voice followed from the shiny Porsche parked beside her.
"Sister-in-law, even if you sit under the company building all day, my brother still won't notice. Want me to help... hey, what's that ghost thing floating next to you?!"
I turned toward Donald, who was sitting in the driver's seat, and accidentally let my eyeballs fly right out of their sockets.
How unluckyone of them smacked him right in the face.
"Ah, sorry! I've been dead for a while, and, uh... some of my parts are past their warranty."
I hurriedly grabbed my eyeballs, popped them back in, and blinked.
When my vision cleared, Donald was already foaming at the mouth and fainting dead away.
By the time he woke up again, we were already at Amelia's house.
I waved cheerfully. "Hey there!"
He blinked, then screamed, "G-Ghost!!"
"Donald, she's not a ghost, she's my good" Amelia began, but I quickly winked at her.
Being my best friend for years, she instantly caught on.
"Yes," she said firmly. "She is a ghost."
Donald was speechless.
For some reason, hearing her admit it so bluntly made it sound less terrifying.
I grinned at him, then dramatically folded my limbs, rotated my head 180 degrees, and crawled creepily across the floor toward him.
Donald's face turned as pale as a sheet, and he almost fainted again.
Luckily, Amelia acted fastshe grabbed a bottle of medicated oil from the table and poured a generous amount straight into his nostrils.
Donald's eyes watered instantly. "I'll confess! I'll confess!" he sobbed. "I knew I couldn't handle my evil brother's mess, so I helped him transfer something onto a USB drive! And nownow I'm seeing ghosts!"
My intuition told me that USB drive was important. "Where's the USB drive now?" I demanded.
"II just dropped it off at my brother's company. That's where I was when I ran into you!"
"Hurry! Take us there!" I said.
Donald hesitated, his expression reluctant and fearful.
So I decided to give him a little motivation.
I twisted my body 720 degrees and yanked out my intestines, looping them gently around his neck.
Donald screamed bloody murder and hit the accelerator, speeding straight toward Denver's company.
...
In the passenger seat, Amelia stared blankly ahead, her voice soft. "Sherry... do we really have to get that USB drive?"
I could tell she didn't want to go backto the same place where she'd been humiliated earlier.
But I knew we had to.
When I returned to the mortal world, Hades told me that only Amelia could see me. Now that Donald could too, it meant he was connected to my unfinished business somehow.
I nodded seriously.
Amelia exhaled and said, "Alright. I believe you."
Donald held a high position in the company, so we weren't stopped this time when we walked in. Still, the expression on the receptionist's face was pricelesslike she was watching a soap opera play out live.
When we reached Denver's office, the secretary blocked the doorway. "Sir Donald, Sir Denver took Miss Janine for a prenatal checkup. He's not here right now."
Donald smiled politely. "That's fine. I just came to get something."
The secretary's gaze flicked briefly toward Amelia, her expression full of unspoken gossip.
Taking advantage of the moment, I whispered to Donald, "Go on. Plug in the USB and take a photo of whatever's inside."
He gave a bitter smile but didn't dare refuse.
Amelia waited in the car while I followed Donald into the office. He opened the drawer, retrieved a sleek USB drive, and plugged it into the computer.
The screen loadedthen froze for a long, heavy second.
When the contents appeared, all of us went completely silent.
I followed Donald back to the car.
Amelia leaned forward anxiously. "What's in the USB drive?"
I took a deep breath. "You'd better prepare yourself."
Donald unlocked his phone, opened the video, and turned the screen toward her.

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