[The deal is happily concluded! Quickly take the God of Death and get out of My World!]
The Root Will agreed to the God of Fiction's terms, and after both sides amicably signed a short-term development agreement, it immediately issued an eviction order. Meanwhile, the God of Death, lying in the coffin and pressed by the coffin lid, was still muttering:
"Let me out, I want to sit up...."
"No need, brother, you'll have to wait a bit longer before you can sit up. We just made a big deal!" The God of Death slapped a handful of Gold Coins on the coffin, after which those coins seemed to melt into the coffin. The God of Death momentarily stopped moving but voiced a puzzled inquiry:
"How did the design of these coins change?"
