Under the neon lights of the midnight city, Zhou Jin's fingertips ran across the glass door of the convenience store, and the smell of copper rust lingered in the air.
There is a seven-sin roulette hidden in his chest. Each edge of the seven-pointed star corresponds to the right of judgment of an original sin - if you snap your fingers, the greedy will be burst by the wealth they have amassed, the arrogant will kneel in front of everyone, and the angry will be burned by the flames they ignited forever.
No one knows where this roulette came from, only that it selected Zhou Jin, used his sister's heart as a key, and carved "judgment" into his bones and blood.
He is a walking scavenger of sin, and a container slowly devoured by the marks of sin: the back of his hands is covered with snakeskin of jealousy, and his pupils occasionally glow with a purple haze of lust. After every trial, there is always a memory of his sister that drifts away like ashes.
When the seventh edge lights up, he stands on the edge of the cliff of sin and redemption - will he become a puppet of the roulette wheel and let the whole world be buried with the original sin? Or should he personally break the shackles bought with his sister's life and fall into the abyss together with himself?
"Look, sister," he lowered his head and touched the hot roulette wheel on his chest, his voice as light as the wind, "I finally learned... To let sin burn cleaner."
And those "sin feeders" hiding behind the sinners are hiding in the shadows and licking their claws - they are waiting for the day when Zhou Jin is completely swallowed by the roulette wheel, so that they can take over the key that can move the world.
It's just that they forgot that what burned in the ashes was never just sin.
