I Opened a Pawn Shop Because I Was Seriously Ill and I Raised a Group of Natural Disasters.

In this world dominated by doorkeepers, everyone tries their best to open doors in exchange for power. Qin Yuan was reborn. In his last life, he watched the people around him being swallowed up by the price of the door one by one - some people forgot the faces of all their relatives, some people were driven into monsters by pollution, and some people grew into trees on the battlefield that could no longer open their mouths. And there was nothing he could do. This time, he looked down at the [Door of Authority] in his heart that had the lowest sect rating in the world - Mengchen First Grade. It cannot attack or defend, and its only function is to bear the cost for others. Very good. He set up a table in the worst ruins area of ​​Nancheng and hung a shabby sign that read "Pawn Shop". Then he said to those lunatics who were mediocre in official files but actually had amazing talents but were abandoned by the plutocrats: "Sign this contract. You can kill people, punish people, and poke holes in the sky. The price is mine." Later, there was an additional rule in the underground of Nancheng: don't mess with that pawn shop. The boss inside can be knocked down by a gust of wind, but the group of madmen under him can turn the entire city upside down.