Qin Mingzhi knew a fact that no one believed: he would die. In this parallel city, death never exists - people fall from heights and recover within seconds; they are stabbed through the heart with a knife and pull it out with a smile. Capital never sleeps and power never changes, because no one can be eliminated. And he, as the only "deathable individual", lives like a cat in the gutter. During the day, he feeds stray cats at the rescue center, and at night, he uses financial models to calculate how to steal a life from the cracks of the immortals. Until an anonymous transfer hit the account: twenty-seven million. Qin Mingzhi instantly understood that wealth is a curse. In the past, all windfall winners suffered "accidental deaths" within 72 hours. Those accidents were so precise that they seemed to be hunting. He didn't need to run away. He summons Ganesha and uses the Indian yogic incantation to ignite the contract of accelerated time. 72 Hours are stretched into 720 hours of dark chess game. He accurately calculated the greed, arrogance, and self-righteous logic of immortality in every immortal—let them bite each other, reduce their assets to zero, and drive them crazy in eternal imprisonment. But the only thing he missed was that he couldn't prove to anyone that death existed. Including the person he wanted to save. When the final countdown reached zero, Qin Mingzhi stood on the edge of the rooftop, looking at the group of immortal spectators below. He smiled. "You will not die, but you will always remember that there was a mortal man who buried you all alive."
