Wafan transmigrates into a high-martial world and, from the start, is thrown into a training camp on the Abyssal Front.
Here, everyone worships talent. S-ranks are idolized by thousands, A-ranks can throw their weight around, but all he awakens is the laughable E-rank profession: Fake-Product Tester.
Everyone thinks he's finished, destined to be cannon fodder and chewed up by Abyssal monsters.
Nobody knows that beneath this E-rank shell lies the only conceptual profession in the universe: Heavenly Dao Complaints Reviewer!
As long as he tries out someone else's talent, finds fault with it, and leaves a bad review, he can trigger compensation from the Heavenly Dao.
This spiritual fluid is 80% water? Bad review. Refund, plus a hundredfold payout!
The flames don't reach the required temperature? Bad review. Hijack the evolution path!
The killing formation has no warning sign? Bad review. Compensation for emotional distress!
The poison isn't lethal enough? Bad review. Food safety violation!
My meal makes me feel fuller the more I eat? Bad review...
From then on, while everyone else cultivates desperately, Wafan goes around picking fights and filing complaints.
Others venture into secret realms; he complains that the inheritance has expired.
Others dodge killing formations; he lies down inside and cries out in pain.
Others show off their talents; he gives one a touch, frowns, and says, "Too perfect. So perfect it's a little suspicious. Bad review."
As Wafan starts filing complaints at the slightest provocation,
he gets more and more compensation, grows better equipped and stronger, while the Heavenly Dao's source treasury grows emptier and emptier.
Until one day, the Abyssal Demon God descends, and everyone loses hope.
But Wafan just puts his hands in his pockets and gives it a sidelong glance.
"Your demonic aura seems a little falsely advertised."
The Demon God drops to its knees in terror.
Whether you're an unparalleled genius or a terrifying Abyssal Demon God,
if Wafan so much as takes one extra look at you...
