My Marriage Is A Contract

John Smith opened his eyes to find himself surrounded by a white haze, unable to see anything clearly. Had he saved her? John tried to recall the events that had led to this moment.

John, at the age of twenty-seven, was a beloved and respected university teacher. His university was a fair distance from his home, but not too far that it was inconvenient. Each day, he had to cross a main street to reach his destination. This morning, as he crossed the first street and approached the second, he spotted a familiar figure with long, flowing hair that looked as beautiful as ever. He smiled and called out, "Emily!"

Upon hearing Johns voice, the girl turned around, and the people following her held their breath at her stunning beauty. Her willow-like eyebrows, jade-like nose, and rosy lips gave her a pure and innocent appearance, yet she was undeniably breathtaking.

When she saw John, a smile graced her face, and a blush spread across her cheeks. Her eyes held a hint of surprise. John smiled back and jogged towards her, but after a few steps, he froze, his smile rigid. A shrill horn blared as a car, seemingly out of control, collided with another vehicle waiting at a red light. With a loud crash, the waiting car was pushed forward by the impact, and to no ones fortune, it headed straight for Emily.

After a moment of shock, John didnt hesitate; he sprinted forward. As he pushed her out of the way, she clung tightly to him. He thought he saw a flash of white light before everything went black.

John had always felt that his constitution was peculiar. Whenever he was injured, his wounds healed rapidly, and whenever he meditated, he felt a strange energy swirling within him, accompanied by a white glow. Could it be that he had been saved once again?

"Wow, this guys got some luck. He dies holding a beauty!" A strange voice reached Johns ears as he stood up, looking around in bewilderment as there was no one in sight.

"Whos there?" John scanned his surroundings, his eyes wide with astonishment.

"Hehe, we are King Solomons minions, Oliver and Vincent. Youre dead now. Youre in the Spirit Realm, and were here to take you back," the voices announced, and two middle-aged men appeared before John.

"Uh!" John stared at the突然出现的男子, who were dressed in black suits, sunglasses, and had a somewhat handsome look with their neatly combed hair.

"You... you just said who you are?" John asked, swallowing hard.

"We are King Solomons minions, Oliver and Vincent. We happened to come across you while on patrol. Hehe!" One of the men spoke slowly, a strange smile on his face.

"Uh, am I dreaming? Have I gone mad, or have they?" John thought to himself, wondering if this was a movie set. Even the names Oliver and Vincent seemed too ridiculous to be real.

"Youre dead. Accept reality," one of them said, shaking his head at Johns stunned expression. Then, grabbing Johns arms, they disappeared without giving him a chance to react.

"Gentlemen, am I really dead?" As they walked through the ethereal clouds, John asked the two middle-aged men beside him. The atmosphere wasnt as terrifying as depicted on television, but it was somewhat chilly. John, realizing he wasnt dreaming and that he was indeed dead, felt a mix of resignation and curiosity. Was there really a hell? Was this it? He looked around, finding it quite different from his imagination. It was bright, but cold.

"Were taking you to see King Solomon..." one of the men replied.

"What King Solomon?" John was taken aback and suddenly anxious. "What about the girl with me? Is she dead? Where is she now?"

"Youre worried about others at a time like this," one of the men sneered at John before saying, "That womans fate seems to be in conflict. We dont know her current situation. Perhaps her soul has dispersed, or perhaps... Anyway, were almost there. Stop talking." The mans face turned serious as they approached a grand hall.

John was taken aback, his brow furrowed with worry. Following the mans words, he looked ahead and saw a large palace. As they entered, John immediately felt a strange atmosphere.

"Greetings to King Solomon!" The two men released John and bowed respectfully.

"King Solomon?" Johns eyes filled with curiosity as he looked up, eager to see what the legendary King Solomon looked like.

"Hmm? Whats with this guy?" A man with a face full of beard looked up from his eight-immortal table, casting a faint glow in Johns direction.

"Reporting to King Solomon! We found this guy while patrolling, so we brought him here," the two men said respectfully.

"Alright, I know. You may leave," King Solomon nodded, not paying much attention, and closed the book on the eight-immortal table. At that moment, John caught a glimpse of the title. His mouth dropped open. "How to Become an AV Actress...??"

"Cough...!" King Solomon noticed something and cleared his throat, then looked at a man standing nearby and said, "Judge Adams, check this guy out for me!"

"Uh, beauty... actress...!" Judge Adams mumbled. At this moment, John realized that the mans eyes were closed, and his mouth twitched. Was this really hell?

"Judge Adams, check this guy out for me!" The bearded mans face turned red as he banged on the table.

The man jolted awake, looked at John, and then back at the bearded man, immediately understanding the situation. He quickly took out a small device from his body.

"Uh, has hell advanced so much?" John swallowed hard again, thinking this was too far-fetched...

"Report to King Solomon, the mans name is John Smith, his fate is a hundred years...!" Judge Adams said, then suddenly paused, his eyes showing surprise. He became alert and examined the small device carefully before exclaiming, "King Solomon, this... this is a bit off!"

"Whats wrong? Hurry up and tell me!" King Solomons face showed impatience.

"King Solomon, today is not his death date. He still has a hundred years of life...!" Judge Adams said quickly.

"What!" King Solomon was taken aback, then looked at John with surprise and said, "So, whats going on with him? Check his past lives for me...!"

"Yes, yes!" Judge Adams nodded, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and started checking. Then he swallowed hard and said, "King Solomon, he... he...!"

"What happened to him? Tell me quickly...!" King Solomon urged.

"He... he is now the reincarnation of a good person for nine lives. His fate is beyond a hundred years. The cause of death was to redeem a woman with conflicting fate..."

"He... he...!"

"What!" King Solomon was stunned. A person who had been a good person for nine lives was brought down by his own people. He knew that after five lives of being a good person, one would no longer be under the jurisdiction of hell. After five lives of being a good person, one would have their own fate and could be reincarnated freely. Unexpectedly, his own people had brought down the other party. What to do, what to do. At this time, the faces of the two people were completely anxious.

"How about rebirth for him?" King Solomon asked anxiously.

"No, sir. In that case, he would be a good person for ten lives, completely jumping out of the reincarnation...!" Judge Adams shook his head and said.

"Then wouldnt he become a Buddha...!" King Solomon bit his teeth, "Its all the damn Oliver and Vincents fault!" King Solomons beard was raised, and he cursed, then looked at John and said to Judge Adams, "Hurry up and think of a way, before its too late."

"Way...!" Judge Adams was alert, pacing back and forth, and suddenly his eyes lit up and said, "King Solomon, I have a way...!"

"What is it?" King Solomon asked anxiously.

"This... let him go to another world, so that it doesnt conflict with his fate. More importantly, this mistake has no effect on him. As long as we dont