At thirty, Zhou Xing had achieved nothing. No house, no car, a failed career: his life was like a piece of scrap paper trampled into the mud.
Then, one late night, he saw several teenagers abusing a stray cat that was near death beside the trash cans in his old neighborhood. At that moment, a cold voice rang in his mind:
“Submit an intervention request?”
From that day on, Zhou Xing became a “Guardian Envoy” hidden among ordinary people.
He couldn’t use his abilities to get rich or show off. He could only punish evil and promote good, mending the darkness beyond the reach of the law, beyond what people dared to confront, and where the weak had nowhere to seek justice.
Domestic abusers, school bullies, human-trafficking rings, perpetrators of cold cases, foreign extremist organizations... as long as the System ruled that intervention was allowed, he could act.
If money could solve it, he used money.
If evidence could solve it, he used evidence.
If the wicked exploited loopholes in the law and still dared to swagger around, he would carry out the punishment himself.
As he completed one mission after another, Zhou Xing’s clearance continued to rise. He went from handling petty neighborhood offenses to criminal cases, international rescues, and national-level unrest, eventually even gaining permission to intervene on a small scale in the course of history.
But gradually, he realized that the System’s judgments of “good” and “evil” weren’t always right.
Some people clearly deserved to be saved, but because doing so would affect the bigger picture, they were marked as red, prohibited cases.
Some tragedies could clearly have been prevented, but the lofty rules labeled them “uncorrectable costs.”
In the end, Zhou Xing would have to face more than just evildoers.
He would also have to confront the cold rules of the gods.
He once thought he had gained the power to judge the world. Only later did he understand
