The Everlasting Debt Supermarket

Shi Mo carried the watch box containing tens of thousands of yuan in vouchers as casually as if he were carrying a few bags of unimportant snacks, and strolled into a clothing store called "Ni Chang Ge" not far away.

Unlike the luxurious and austere "Light of Time", "Neon Pavilion" has soft lighting and a decor style that leans towards a modern Chinese elegance. The clothes displayed on the racks are made of exquisite materials and have a strong sense of design, perfectly combining modern simplicity with classical charm.

Of course, the prices are equally "elegant"—a seemingly ordinary silk shirt is priced at 5000 yuan in vouchers, a pair of casual trousers at 3000 yuan, and an embroidered jacket at a whopping 12000 yuan.

For candidates with only 10 vouchers as initial capital, this place is undoubtedly an unattainable paradise, or rather, another execution ground that deepens their despair.

Shi Mo's gaze swept across the clothes racks, his heterochromatic eyes calmly scanning the exquisite garments. He casually picked up a few pieces that suited his aesthetic—mainly in cool tones like dark gray, jet black, and dark blue, with simple and clean designs, even skipping the step of trying them on.

The shop manager was a woman dressed in an elegant cheongsam, still possessing a captivating charm. She was sitting at the tea table, leisurely sipping her tea, when she sensed Shi Mo entering the shop and raised her eyes.

When her gaze swept over Shi Mo's face and heterochromatic eyes, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes. Then, she sensed the restrained yet heart-palpitating pressure, the "Light of Time" watch bag he casually carried, and the faint aura of the card that seemed to be connected to some supreme law.

She immediately put down her teacup, a polite and respectful smile spreading across her face as she greeted him: "Welcome to the Neon Pavilion, esteemed guest. The pieces you've selected are all exquisite pieces from this season, made with top-notch materials and craftsmanship."

She didn't even ask about the size; with just a glance, she said precisely, "These sizes should all fit your figure. Would you like me to wrap you up?"

"Hmm." Shi Mo responded lightly, handed over the selected clothes, and took out the Underworld Black Card again.

The shop owner accepted the black card with both hands, treating it with even greater care than a priceless treasure. She went behind the counter and, without using any instruments, simply touched the black card lightly to a jade sensor. A faint light flashed, and the transaction was complete.

"Thank you for your patronage." She returned the beautifully packaged bag and black card with both hands, bowing slightly. "We look forward to your next visit."

Shi Mo took the items, still with his usual expressionless demeanor, nodded, and then turned and left "Ni Chang Ge". The whole process was as smooth as taking a walk in his own backyard.

Meanwhile, at the "employee recruitment center" on the other side of the supermarket, a completely different hellish scene unfolded.

A huge electronic screen scrolls through various job postings:

Cleaner: Responsible for cleaning the shelves in Section B. Requirements: Quick and efficient, not afraid of getting dirty or tired. Hourly wage: 0.5 yuan voucher. Note: The cleaning agent is slightly corrosive; protective equipment must be worn (at your own expense, 10 yuan voucher/set).

[Stock Clerk: Responsible for organizing goods in the C Fresh Produce section. Requirements: Physically fit and quick-witted. Hourly wage: 0.8 yuan voucher. Note: Some items are aggressive; handle with care.]

[Sleep Tester: Experience the new mattress in D rest area. Requirements: None. Hourly wage: 1 voucher. Note: The mattress may cause psychological disturbances, potentially leading to nightmares or temporary mental confusion.]

[Entrance Greeter: Responsible for greeting guests at Entrance E. Requirements: Pleasant appearance, able to maintain a standard smile and stand for extended periods. Hourly wage: 0.4 voucher. Note: Must purchase their own uniform (50 voucher/set).]

The long line stretched out there, and every candidate's face was etched with anxiety, exhaustion, and despair.

The elite man gritted his teeth and chose a job as a "data entry clerk," with an hourly wage of one voucher, but he was required to work continuously for 8 hours without making a mistake; if he made a mistake, he would be penalized half a day's wages.

The mean-spirited woman reluctantly became a greeter, having to spend half of her initial funds on a cheap uniform. Wearing ill-fitting high heels, she forced a smile at the door, feeling every minute was torture.

The bald, burly man, relying on his physical strength, chose the job of "stock clerk". As soon as he entered the fresh food section, a fish placed on ice suddenly jumped up and bit his arm, drawing blood. He had to endure the excruciating pain and continue working under the strange reprimands of his supervisor.

The seemingly calm middle-aged woman chose the "cleaner" job. Wearing protective gloves she had bought on credit with her last few vouchers, she wiped the sticky, pungent stains on the shelves. The gloves were corroding and thinning at a visible rate.

The worst off was a young man who looked unwell. He had been working for more than ten hours straight and was exhausted and hungry. While moving a box labeled "fragile," he lost his footing due to exhaustion and the box slipped from his grasp and fell to the ground!

"Bang!" The box fell to the ground. Although it did not shatter completely, the sound of broken items coming from inside could be heard.

"Work error! Damaged goods!" the foreman shouted eerily.

The young man's face turned deathly pale. Before he could even beg for mercy, an invisible force of rules descended upon him.

With a sharp, teeth-grinding crack, his left arm snapped at an eerie angle, the white bone fragments piercing through his skin.

The young man let out a piercing scream, fainted from the pain, and was eerily dragged away by two expressionless laborers, disappearing without a trace. The meager vouchers he had earned after working hard for over ten hours were clearly insufficient to cover compensation and medical expenses; a more tragic fate likely awaited him.

This scene silenced all the candidates still in line, leaving them feeling even more chilled.

Meanwhile, Shi Mo had finished browsing "Ni Chang Ge" and was heading towards a decent-looking electronics store. He had several more shopping bags in his hands, and his expression remained lazy and indifferent, forming an absurd and cruel contrast with the dire situation at the recruitment center, where people were in dire straits with broken limbs.

Some of the more astute candidates noticed this "oddball." Watching Shi Mo shop with ease and the store managers treat him with utmost respect, an idea began to form uncontrollably—could they get something out of following him? Or…could they find a way to "borrow" some money?

The group exchanged glances and cautiously approached Shi Mo's direction.

However, when they were still seven or eight meters away from Shi Mo, an invisible, chilling mental pressure descended silently like a tangible wall. It wasn't intense, but it carried an absolute rejection and warning, as if saying—"Those who approach will die."

The candidates instantly turned pale, their hearts felt like they were being gripped by an icy hand, they struggled to breathe, and their feet could no longer move forward. They stared in terror at the white-haired man's retreating figure, no longer daring to entertain any other thoughts, and scrambled back into the crowd.

Shi Mo didn't even look back.

He was like a passerby who had stumbled into a land of despair, indifferently moving among the struggling masses, using his boundless wealth and absolute power to draw a boundary that belonged only to him and was inviolable in this eternal supermarket of debt.