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... every corporate planet. Those who could be sent there were either corpses or dying people.

And reemployment after death was a contract system in the megacorp. Basically, all low-level personnel could not avoid continuing this duty after death.

This was because in theory, they would not be able to repay the debt they owed while they were alive, and they would need to continue working after their deaths.

On this day, a pile of corpses that had been transported here entered ...

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