2147, Cyberpunk city. Under the holographic billboard, I guard the spiritual food stall in the urban village. No one knows that this social horror stall owner is a master of divination - except myself. Terminal illness has become an immortal curse on me. Every time I have a near-death epiphany, the fragments of the future I see have to be exchanged for memories. On this day, Zuo Qiuxuan, the daughter of a rich man, came to visit her. There were only three months left in the conflict between her prosthetic body and her spiritual roots. I calculated that the memory of what it took to save her contained the truth about the disappearance of her parents when she was seven years old. At the same time, a prophecy spread wildly on the underground spiritual network: the real sacrifice for spiritual revival is hidden in the village in the city. I started to cook the No. 73 Spiritual food recipe. As the soup in the pot boiled, I heard an encrypted countdown in my heart.
The Lingxun chip pricked my temple, like someone piercing a nerve with a needle.
I subconsciously raised my hand to touch it, and my fingertips touched the cold metal patch behind my ear - the holographic projection popped up, and the red letters danced on the retina, each stroke carrying the burning heat of warning.
[Reiki Loan Overdue Notice]
The total principal and interest of your loan in "Lingmai Bank" is 3,000 spirit coins, which has been overdue for 24 hours.
If the repayment is not completed within 72 hours, according to Article 17 of the "Reiki Credit Management Regulations", the compulsory stripping procedure of the spiritual root will be initiated.
Countdown: 71 hours, 58 minutes and 12 seconds.
The numbers are still going down.
I stared at the row of red letters, my throat tight. 3,000 Spirit coins are enough to feed a family of three in District 9.
