In the 317th year of the Liang calendar, the sky cracked like broken glass and the rules collapsed. The seven aristocratic families, with Confucianism as the outside and Law as the inside, raised "fate-watchers" to use the eyes of slaves to spy on the fortunes of poor families, and strangled the talented ones to the last stage. Shen Jingchuan, the legitimate son of a declining family, awakened the power of the contract on the day his mentor was "watched" in public until he went blind and fell off a cliff. He tore off his life mark and summoned the first load of food from the void - his life mark cracked with a thin line, but he survived. From then on, there was a person in the depths of the ruins who used contracts to hoard everything: armaments, grain and grass, lost war art slips, and even the "art of defying fate" that had been destroyed by aristocratic families. When the fortune-tellers of the Pei family targeted him, Shenjichuan had already built a city underground. "Your fate... Is actually chaos?!" The fortune teller's eyes were bleeding and he backed away in horror. Shen Jingchuan wiped the blood seeping from the corners of his eyes and smiled: "Have you seen enough? It's my turn." Tonight, he wanted to let everyone who uses fate as a bargaining chip know that the eyes that are burned out are not necessarily the eyes of ants.
