In this world, destiny is determined by "class imprinting".
The upper class people live in the city in the sky and enjoy endless resources and life span;
The lower class people live in the shadows of the earth's surface and are called "fog people". They have no surnames and no light.
They are workers in the ruins, servants under the city walls, and scavengers deep in the subway.
And I am a fog citizen with a forgotten number.
Until one day, I witnessed the "fall" of a nobleman.
Her death was not accidental, but... Opened up an opportunity to tear the world apart from the edge.
——"In this era where only heroes are allowed to exist, the most terrifying thing may be a mortal who has been suppressed for too long."
