In the wasteland spiritual realm, under the shadow of cultivation capitalism, Ji Yuan is just a casual scavenger who makes a living by picking up scraps from conglomerates and sects. He is so poor that he eats dirt, and he is so hungry that he goes crazy. His only asset is the "talent contract" that binds his soul - the higher the price, the harsher the return. In order not to starve to death, he signed a contract and exchanged three years of life for a tube of nutrient solution. The next second, it will be returned a hundred times, directly empowering ten years of cultivation! News leaked that the chaebol wanted him to be a "contracted cow" and the sect forced him to hand over the "return key". The person who once crushed his spine is now smiling and wanting to adopt him as his adopted son. Ji Yuan touched his shriveled belly, looked at the Vanity Fair in front of him, and slowly raised the scrapped spiritual sword he had obtained through "return" in his hand. "Want my abilities?" He smiled, his smile colder than the radiation dust in the wasteland, "I'll give you your names in exchange first." Because in this world, those who violate the contract will be deprived of their names by reality and become "nameless" that no one cares about. And he was preparing to make those high-ranking names completely disappear from the central roster one by one.
