Others awaken to astrology, but I awaken to a bottomless pit.
Three hundred years of the New Calendar, the astrology is the identity card. A low-grade person carries a box, a high-grade person eats meat, and a shameless person must report to the alliance even if he breathes.
Lu Chen, a 26-year-old porter at Lingang pier, is a good-for-nothing and useless person. His four years of wages are only enough to buy a toilet corner in Yuexing.
It wasn't until the container in cabin No. 3 Was smashed open and a wisp of the dead man's astrology penetrated his body that he realized that he was not without a phase.
His phase is called a black hole.
The power of swallowing stars, the aspect of swallowing stars, and other people's geniuses are his food.
But every bite of this talent costs lives: the swallowed memories contaminate the personality, the bursting capacity blows people into pieces, and the word "taboo" means that the entire alliance will kill without mercy.
What's even more terrible is that the file of the detector that his mother used to block for him had been sealed for twenty-six years, and now it was discovered again by the star hunter Huo Qing.
The end of the loser is not a counterattack.
It is to swallow the rules of the entire era, one bite at a time.
