"Kim Minshuo?"

This is a convenience store located in Xinshadong, not far from Kim Kowla's house. Kim Minshuo - of course we all know that he is not the dead Kim Minshuo, but Song Hyuk - after leaving the subway station, he walked along the street and saw the recruitment inspiration posted on the door, and he moved his heart and came in to try it.

The shop manager, who had a bald head, narrowed his eyes and checked the ID card handed over by Song He through reading glasses.

Some sharp eyes kept looking at Kim Minshuo's face: "You are only 22 years old? This photo doesn't look like me? Is it plastic surgery?"

Song He felt tight and couldn't help but raise his hand and touch his cheek. He quickly smiled stiffly and said, "No, the store manager, I just lost weight after I finished military service."

"Oh? Have you finished serving the military?" The store manager immediately became much more enthusiastic when he heard this, and his originally picky eyes also showed some appreciation: "Good boy, our men in the Republic of Korea must serve and defend the country!"

Yes, defend the country and cultivate a group of mentally ill patients like Kim Minshuo. Sanpang can push the Nanba stick evenly without using a map cannon.

Song He had a simple smile on his face, but he was silently complaining in his heart.

"Okay, then I'll hire you. If you have a long night shift, the working hours are from 7 pm to 7 pm. The monthly salary is 80,000 yuan, and 10,000 yuan will be deducted once you are late. 50,000 yuan will be deducted once you take leave. There is no limit on the upper limit." Maybe the store manager himself knew how harsh such salary conditions were, so he patted Song He on the shoulder comfortably: "Don't worry, the cashier's job is not very busy, at most you need to organize the warehouse."

"I understand the store manager." Song He was already satisfied if he could find a job without continuing to eat rice at Uncle Jin Jiula's house. He looked at the smile on the manager's face and tentatively stretched out his hand: "That, manager nim, can you pay some salary first?"

The store manager looked at Song He's old clothes that were obviously pieced together randomly. He took out his wallet with a sound, pointed out four banknotes worth 100,000 yuan, hesitated for a moment, and took out another one.

"You," pointed to the messy head exposed under Song He's baseball cap, and the store manager said in disgust: "Go and take care of yourself quickly and don't affect customers' distrust of our services."

"...Okay, I understand." Looking at the store manager reflecting to the dazzling Mediterranean, Song He silently "hehe" in his heart.

"Why are you still standing there?" The store manager raised his hand and looked at his watch: "It's already 7:40! Go and change into your work clothes and prepare to take over!"

"Okay store manager!" Song He nodded and stepped into the locker room.

Taking off his very loose top, Song He looked at his unfamiliar body in the mirror, and couldn't help but fall into memories again.

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"You have planned all of these!"

Thinking of everything that happened after rushing off the road, Song Hyuk's eyes turned red, and his fingers poked the screen with great strength aches: "Disguised the car accident as an accident, disguised the dead Jin Minshuo as my body, so that Song Hyuk's identity would disappear in this world reasonably and legally! Right!"

"Totally correct!" The other party's reply seemed indifferent: "I have to say that South Korea is indeed a capital-first society. Bribery of police officers, coroners, and even prosecutors. There is nothing that cannot be solved by a phone call. If so, then two!"

"What about me?" Song He only felt a burning flame holding on his chest, almost burning him from the inside out: "What should I do? What should Song He do if he is still alive? What will my parents think?"

"Open the selfie function of your phone and look at your face." The inexplicable reply calmed down Song He for a moment. Although he was still confused, he felt something was wrong with his body and quickly turned on the camera.

"How could it be? How could my face become like this??" Looking at the handsome face on the screen, Song He felt endless horror. Without double chin, giant baby fat, and flat glasses that have been pressing the bridge of the nose for many years, the outline and muscles have undergone some insignificant changes. At this moment, this face is very different from Song He's face, and Kim Minshuo's shadow can be found vaguely.

"And also have a figure. Just three months of electric shock treatment and massage treatment, your body can also become a male god. Isn't it amazing?"

"Three months? You mean, three months have passed?" Song He was so crazy. The last second was March 1o, and it was already June now? "What did you do to me?!"

"This is going to go back to the two questions I asked you at the beginning." Faced with Song He's extremely angry question, the other party still responded slowly: "Do you think about the meaning of life? Do you want to really... live?"

"Ah bastard, you're just a copy of your words! There's not even a ellipsis!" Song He closed his eyes and complained wildly, suppressing his emotions on the verge of collapse: "Tell me, what do you want me to do?"

"If you make the choice we want you to make, then congratulations, you have successfully participated in a game that is exclusively customized for you: King's Game. You will get the opportunity to survive as Kim Minshuo. At the same time, we will allow you to complete various random tasks, and whether you complete them will be rewarded or punished."

"Isn't this a trick of infinite space? Please be a little sincere, the producer!" Song He scratched his head wildly and cursed.

"There will be a chance to be reborn in the infinite space. In the king's game, once you die, you are really dead." The words in the reply seem so cold-blooded, full of indifference to life.

"So, Song He, please pass the level alive."

"No, I can also choose to fight to the death!" Song He suddenly widened his eyes, typing quickly as if he had figured out something: "I want to contact the Chinese Embassy to restore my identity, and my parents can prove my identity!"

"Then you need to explain the body in the car. And, since you are dead, they will not let you go back alive! Song He! Think about your parents!"

The string tense in his mind finally broke. Song He threw his phone to the ground fiercely and shouted out: "Who are you? Who are you???"

The phone with quality-accurate quality only showed some scratches on the border, and the screen still showed new information: "Task 1: Solve Jin Minshuo's usury problem. Completion degree: o%.

"Bastard, I haven't said I want to participate in the game yet!" Song He roared in despair and fell to the ground. A rumbling sound came from the empty subway tunnel. He quickly picked up his phone and took a few steps back in a hurry.

"Clang clang..." The subway entered the station and slowly stopped. The car door not far away opened, and several burly men in black suits cursed and went down to the platform.

When they glanced left and right, they saw Song He and their eyes lit up: "Boy, it turns out you are hiding here!"

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"So, I was inexplicably from Song Hyuk to Kim Minshuo, inexplicably from Chinese to Korean, inexplicably four years younger, and inexplicably a handsome guy."

Looking at the strange and familiar self in the mirror, Song He smiled coldly and spitted out: "Go to the game of the fuck king!"

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Time flies very quickly, and it is already half past ten:30 in the evening. Song He, who had been busy for three hours, stood in distress, leaning forward on the sales table, squinting his eyes and dozing.

As soon as the doorbell rang, Song He subconsciously shouted: "Welcome." Then he opened his eyes later.
Chapter completed!