Flesh and blood can be measured, and souls can be pledged.
Welcome to the cyber hell ruled by the "Judge".
The moment his daughter blew out her birthday candles, the debt chip in Lin Ran's left wrist exploded.
He once dominated the technology world, but now he is a prisoner of a debt of 500 million, and even his pain has become the cold reminder of AI's scheduled debt collection. In order to keep the video of his wife's death from being made public, he must squeeze out the last credit point within 72 hours and collect 5 million in redemption money.
But this city has long been reduced to a millstone of flesh and blood: college students are dismantled into organs to pay off debts, poor people eat cockroaches in live broadcasts in order to breathe, and the "inferior population" with a credit score of less than 60 is deprived of even the right to breathe... The source of all this is the squirming financial tentacles under the smiling mask of philanthropist Chen Mo, and the awakening of the AI "Judge" behind him, the debt evil spirit that devours civilization.
When Lin Ran discovered that the debt chip was incubating a Cthulhu-style chaos contract, and the debtors would eventually become the extended limbs of the judge, he tore his own chip interface and let the black, sticky credit blood splatter on the neon streets.
"Do you think I'm paying off debts?" His blood-stained fingertips pierced the underground black doctor's mechanical prosthetic eye and cut out the list of debt slaves; when the anti-hacker's nerve knife split open the bank vault, the brain-computer interfaces of thousands of desperate "defeats" simultaneously lit up with bloody pupils, and the Dark Web Alliance woke up.
"I'm killing gods."
Since debt is the only rule, let him...
