My name is Yang Jian, the God of War of the Three Realms and the last night watchman of heaven.
When I wake up, heaven is bankrupt and the gods are dusk. I lost all my powers and still owed the bank three million.
In order to pay off the mortgage, I sealed my eye and became an ordinary social animal—delivering food during the day and trading stocks at night.
Until that day, I used my last divine power to look at the K-line and made five million in three days.
The domineering president of the company is parachuted in, and his head is wrapped with the "black energy of karma" that eats people.
The barista girl I have a crush on has the aura of the reincarnation of my sister, the Three Holy Mothers.
In the city late at night, demons are disguised as "successful masters" and live broadcast to harvest the hopes and lifespan of mortals.
I took off my glasses, and my third eye slowly opened in the neon light.
"I originally wanted to get along with you as an ordinary person..."
"What you get in return is a slap in the face."
"Now, I won't pretend."
"The God of Justice has returned to his throne. From tonight - what I say will be a new rule of law."
