When the convenience store microwave went off for the third time, Chen Mo was crouched behind the checkout counter, eating half a block of instant noodles.
Lightning crackled between his fingernails, and three kilograms of mutated soil were hidden in his stomach. No one knew that this wage slave, who had holed up in the mountains for three years and wasn’t even qualified for an ability rating, was the only human capable of devouring spiritual energy pollution.
He wasn’t a genius or a savior.
He was an ordinary man life had kicked into a crack in the world, only to find him biting down on the world’s lifeline.
His troubles began with a delivery job: the Bureau of Heavenly Works ordered him to retrieve the face that had peeled off a popular streamer after she “became beautiful.”
Everything changed the moment he swallowed that lump of mush. A prompt popped up from the System: “Today’s menu has been updated. Unlock ‘Facial Reconstruction’?” The price was just as steep: his left eye began to bleed, and didn’t stop for three whole days.
Fascinating, fortune teller, sister with crystallized fingers, etc., I feel like there is a huge secret behind the mystery... Waiting for Chen Mo to reveal...