In this world, your happiness, sadness, and even maternal love are all fuel that can be priced.
In the cyber era, the acid rain in the slums persists all year round. Here, money is worthless, "thoughts" are the hard currency. If you can't pay the rent, it doesn't matter. If you pawn "the joy of being a new father", you can exchange for half a month's rations; if you are seriously ill, it doesn't matter. If you pawn "the joy of becoming a father", you can exchange for a special medicine.
Lin Mo, the owner of the "Third Pawn Shop" on Gray Street. He has a pair of eyes that can see through the emotional value of everything, and his profession is to extract and purify these "biofuels". Everyone thought he was just a cold-blooded middleman, until that day, a young man with amnesia broke into his pawn shop with "divine nature".
"Boss, I want to pawn." "What are you pawning?" "I have no memory, but I have a heart that has been beating for hundreds of years and belongs to God."
From that moment on, Lin Mo was involved in the "God-Creation Project" that spanned a century. He discovered that at the top of the towering Tower of Babel, the powerful were devouring "emotional sashimi" squeezed from the brains of the poor; he discovered that this neon world was actually just a false dream in a large server; he even discovered that he, a failed product regarded as "waste", turned out to be the only executioner who could make the gods learn to cry.
"Mr. K, you said that God is absolutely rational? Then take your guess -" "This knife will be the tears of all mankind for a hundred years!"
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If living itself is a dream of being exploited, do you dare to join me and personally kill the god who weaves your dreams? "
If living itself is a dream of being exploited, do you dare to join me and personally kill the god who weaves your dreams? "