The end of the world is coming, and all kinds of strange things are rampant. While others are escaping, Ren Ai is recruiting.
The red moon was in the sky, and the mobile banking balance returned to zero, and instead displayed "Dark Talisman: Infinite, Yin Soldier: 1 million." Former financial analyst Ren Ai discovers that she has become the only "trickster" with trillions of assets in the apocalypse - but her assets are no longer money, but talismans, dark soldiers, and strange labor contracts.
Su Tan, a senior in red, asked her if her annual salary of one million talismans really allowed her to have double holidays. She said yes. So the senior student in red signed on the spot, and instantly changed from a scary and cunning person to a scoundrel and a worker: "Boss, I was in class three of the third grade of high school when I was alive. Just call me Xiao Su."
Former special soldier Jin'an's eyes of rules can see all the weird rules, but he can't see clearly what Ren Ai's rules are. The ghost general retreated from Zhennan once, and all three hundred brothers were wiped out. After feeling guilty for thousands of years, he finally said, "It's okay to retreat." Every time the information dealer Lao Mao charges a fee, he always says, "If you can't come back, who will I pay the bill to?" There is also a little girl who makes sweet-scented osmanthus cake with compressed biscuit crumbs every day, waiting for her father to come home.
Gluttony devours existence, and Black City has been waiting for too long. The moment the masked man took off his mask, at the end of thousands of years of waiting, someone finally called the right name.
Ren Ai's choice has never been to become a god, but to catch everyone who has been waiting for too long.
The red moon is still there, and the apocalypse is not yet over. But in a corner of this city, someone bought a future with trillions of talismans. Not a sage, but a treacherous one. It's not a god, it's Ren Ai.
The masked man has been waiting for thousands of years, and under the mask is a face that is three-thirds similar to hers. He wrote thousands of times "Today she will come, and tomorrow she will continue to wait." The last line of ink is still dry - "She is here today, I can't wait any longer."
The masked man has been waiting for thousands of years, and under the mask is a face that is three-thirds similar to hers. He wrote thousands of times "Today she will come, and tomorrow she will continue to wait." The last line of ink is still dry - "She is here today, I can't wait any longer."