In Yuancheng, under the neon lights, everyone's fate emblem is suspended between their eyebrows. Gray, white, green, blue, purple, gold, red and black - nine distinct levels, transparent as the legendary "style of the past". The center of Shen Mo's eyebrows was gray. He was kicked out of the Shen family three years ago because his adoptive father went blind due to his spying on his life. Now he is a "sandbag" in the underground boxing ring. He is beaten half to death in each game and only earns 500 yuan. Until tonight, a cold chip was activated at the base of the skull - the simulation deduction system. He can preview the price of each choice: if he goes left, he will be strangled by the marriage trap of Lu Yao, the daughter of the Lu family; if he goes right, he will be locked between the eyebrows by Huo Mingyuan's technological life-seeing gun. But he deduced the twenty-seventh possibility - sharing fate. Lu Yao, a purple-level destiny person, smiled and handed over a contract: "After sharing, we will both be prosperous and deprived. You don't dare to kill me, and I can't bear to kill you." Shen Mo took the pen and drew a repulsive eye on the signature. When Huo Mingyuan threatened the whole city with old whispers that polluted fate, Shen Mo stood at the top of the neon light, and the gray scale emblem began to crack - what was revealed inside was transparent. Tonight, he wants to let all those who look down on him understand: a gray-scale fate can also come back to a sky-high price.
