Global capital is pricing in strange premiums, and the hardcore online game Primordial Era descends like a cold omen.
Before level ten, players are locked into mortal bodies. Rain and snow lash down, and burdens exceed the weight limit. At a starting area tightly fenced off by financial conglomerates' spies, where independent players are locked in a frenzy of competition, Lin Yuan, a finance PhD who spent twelve years soul-transmigrated there, carries a jug of strong liquor and trudges toward a remote mine that nobody wants to visit.
In his arms is a chipped gray stone hand mill that takes up no space in his System inventory and ignores all physical laws. He quietly opens his ledger of macro-level cause and effect.
Seven powers rule openly; three lie hidden in wait.
Capital thinks it's betting on the future, but Lin Yuan has already seized an ancient taboo. In this boundless calamity of slaughter, he intends to short the gods and Buddhas themselves into oblivion!
