In the third year of the apocalypse, Fang Cheng awakened to an ability that should not exist in this world - the quantification of bad karma.
Dark red karma values are suspended above everyone's head. Greed, violence, and indifference. All sins are turned into clear numbers, and they are invisible in his eyes.
But this unique ability failed to protect him. Lao Qiu, his most trusted comrade-in-arms, pushed him into the roaring tide of distorted corpses: "You know too much."
When I opened my eyes again, there were only seventy-two hours left before the fall of radiation dust.
A cold mechanical voice sounded in my mind: [The karma settlement system is bound. You have been selected as the sole sword bearer. Perform liquidation, or give up?
In this life, he completely abandoned his innocence.
Stock up on supplies, build a safe fortress, and record the faces that bear bad karma. All those who have betrayed and harmed him will be included in the liquidation list.
What unexpectedly broke into his sight was Qiao Luo, a female mercenary who was a loner in the previous life and had terrifying combat power.
She slapped the bloody dagger on the table: "I heard that you can quantify karma. Please help me see what my numerical value is."
Fang Cheng looked at the system panel. Most ordinary people's karma only has three digits, but above her head, there is a bottomless four digits.
"How many sins do you carry on your hands?"
"I'm not guilty. I just killed too many people who deserved to be killed."
