Three years ago, rifts tore through the sky, and strangeness began to seep into reality. Shen Muci is the lowest level C spy in the Supervision Department. His only ability is to see the "intelligence panel" - above each person's head is suspended the pollution value, destiny compatibility, and the karmic debt he owes. He rescued the mysteriously possessed girl, and a scarlet prompt popped up on the panel: Karmic debt +1, and his destiny began to loosen. Before the debt is repaid, the recipient's fortune will gradually become distorted. His colleagues laughed at him for picking up trash and rescuing people, and his boss scolded him for having a deficit in his merits and demerits. Until he dug up the fate data of the empire's top officials - the compatibility of those people had already exceeded the safe value, but no one had changed. He pried open the strange mouth, exchanged information for information, and found that the "truth" that had been erased from the official files was hidden deep in the copy. With every step closer, the karmic debt piles up; with every person saved, the shackles tighten an inch. Wanted posters from the Supervision Department were plastered all over Twelve Streets. He stood on the edge of the crack, with a dense crowd of creditors behind him. But he doesn't deserve to be loved, and he doesn't expect to live. Until someone held his trembling hand: "We will pay your debts one by one."
