My name is Jin Ming.
Traveling through the bottom of the wasteland, he has no god-level powers, no cheats, and he is even blind.
In this era of cyber despair where plutocrats are monopolized and gods are superior, I can survive because of two words I learned in my bones from my previous life: **Settlement of accounts. **
The chaebol wanted my life, so I shuffled the cards with him while smiling; the bully wanted my territory, so I helped him die.
My fingertips are flying on the abacus, and what I calculate with one touch may be the ownership of an item, a person's life, or the rise and fall of a force.
Until that day, the most terrifying black yandere girl in the wasteland who was addicted to gambling, after losing all her chips, she knelt in front of my knees with red eyes:
"Lord God, Lian lost his soul to you. You take Lian to smash that high-altitude city, okay?"
Can mortal shrewdness really kill gods?
When I melted the family crests of the three major chaebols into a black gold throne, and held her hand while overlooking the world, the gods above finally began to tremble.
**"Old guy, I've done my best to be humane and worldly. Now, it's my turn to follow the rules."**
