# The Death Collector

Author: Evan Mercer
Site: ReadNovelHub
Canonical: https://readnovelhub.com/novel/the-death-collector
Genre: Western-Fantasy-Magic

## World
You die stronger every time, but only your killer can save you.

## Tropes
- Billionaire Romance
- Dark Romance
- Revenge Romance
- Western Fantasy & Magic
- Mafia & Dark Romance
- System & LitRPG
- Urban War Hero & Secret Billionaire
- Western-Fantasy-Magic
- Mafia-Dark-Romance
- System-LitRPG-LevelUp
- Urban-WarHero-Tycoon
- Rebirth-Revenge

## FAQ
### What is The Death Collector about?
You die stronger every time, but only your killer can save you.

### Who is the author of The Death Collector?
The Death Collector is written by Evan Mercer. Read Chapter 1 free on ReadNovelHub.

### Is The Death Collector a Billionaire Romance story?
Yes. The Death Collector is tagged for Billionaire Romance, Dark Romance, Revenge Romance readers looking for North American romance-fantasy tropes.

### Can I read The Death Collector Chapter 1 for free?
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### What happens at the start of The Death Collector?
"You owe three years and forty-one days." The woman in the doorway didn't flinch. She just looked at me like I'd tracked mud across her threshold. "I don't owe anyone anything," she said.

## Chapter 1 teaser
### The Death Collector - Chapter 1: The Debt at Her Door

"You owe three years and forty-one days." The woman in the doorway didn't flinch. She just looked at me like I'd tracked mud across her threshold. "I don't owe anyone anything," she said. I pulled the ledger from my coat. Heavy thing. Leather-bound, edges worn soft from too many hands. The Collections didn't do digital—too easy to hack, too easy to lose in a server fire or a well-placed curse. Paper remembered. "Iris Thorne," I read. "Contracted August fourteenth, three years ago. Two hundred grams of purified phoenix ash, delivered on request. Payment due on receipt. You signed." She leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. She was maybe mid-twenties, dark hair pulled back in a messy knot, wearing an oversized sweater and jeans with paint stains at the knees. The apartment behind her smelled like burnt sage and something sharper—copper, maybe. Or blood. "I didn't sign anything," she said. I turned the ledger around and held it up. Her signature was right there, third line from the bottom. Neat cursive, the kind they don't teach anymore. She glanced at it. Didn't even blink. "That's not mine." "It's your name. Your address. Your thumbprint." "Still not mine." I'd done this dance before. Debtors always had an excuse. Wrong signature, wrong date, wrong person. The Collections didn't care. The ledger said she owed. That made it true. "Look," I said, keeping my voice level. "I'm not here to argue. You can pay, or you can come with me and work it off. Those are the options." She smiled. It wasn't a friendly smile. "Or?" "Or I take collateral." "What kind of collateral?" I didn't answer. The ledger had a list. Fingers, teeth, memories, years. The Collections didn't waste anything. If you couldn't pay in cash or service, you paid in pieces. She stepped back into the apartme

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