[Urban fantasy + lighthearted slice of life + absurd humor + apocalypse + trading + madman + reborn side characters + ruthless combat + no angst]
The apocalypse descends, and rifts to the netherworld tear through the city as a black tide floods its streets.
After a boy gets hit while riding in a cab, he unexpectedly becomes the proprietor of the mysterious Myriad Memories Pavilion, caught between life and death.
He gains the power to trade with figures from mythology.
Pavilion: We’ve got some Huazi cigarettes here. Go do business with Pangu.
Boy: Huh? Pangu? Me?
That’s right. Off you go!
Boy: Brother Pangu, here, have a Huazi. Never seen one before, right? One puff and you’ll feel better than an immortal! It’s even more exhilarating than creating heaven and earth!
Pangu: !
[The pacing is extremely slow at first, so don’t read if that bothers you! The protagonist is a little unhinged from the start, but be patient and keep reading (or start at Chapter 35). This is a new writer, and any advice from experienced readers is welcome!]
The author's writing is okay even though he is a novice, but it's a pity that he has no sense.
Overall it is light, funny and refreshing. The subject matter is novel (although there is a sense of cohesiveness), but overall it is okay, but the development is too slow, and there are still some problems with new writers in the early stage.