(Just take the rating as it comes.)
Tokyo, 1929.
A six-year-old Chinese boy wakes up on the street.
He has only half a set of ragged clothes, no shoes, and just one thought in his mind: “You are one of the Long family.”
He doesn't know where the Long family is. He doesn't know why he's in Japan. He only knows he has to survive.
But there's something else in his mind: a panel called the Ledger of Merit.
No chime. No quests. No beginner's tutorial. Only cold, hard numbers: how many merit points he earns for saving someone, how many for stopping a crime. And killing earns merit too: killing a military supplier earns 10,000 points; killing a soldier about to go to China to commit atrocities earns 5,000.
The System doesn't ask why he kills. It doesn't tell him whom to kill. It only keeps a record.
And so, from a homeless six-year-old to the “Little Devil” feared by the military police, and then to the man who steals a ship, three tons of technical documents, and nine experts on the eve of Japan's surrender...
Long Wang spends sixteen years killing in Japan.
It isn't revenge. He is a Chinese man in a deranged era, settling the score one act at a time in the most direct way possible, digging a path to China's future out of hell bit by bit.
His ultimate goal: to take an entire era with him in 1945.
Merit doesn't care about motives. All that matters is that the blood is warm.
A little ink stain,