A line of text appeared above everyone's head.
It showed their name, lifespan, who they owed, and who owed them.
Lu Li could change that line with a stroke of his pen.
But by then, no one in the world remembered their own name.
Wang Afu spent the whole morning in the street shouting, "What was my name again?" Not one person turned around. Everyone on the street was slowly forgetting who they were.
Lu Li had to gather those names back up.
Save someone, and they owed him a debt. He could call it in whenever he liked: a favor, a testimony, a life.
The more people he saved, the more people he could summon.
Three people stood behind him. This time, no one planned to let him ascend to heaven alone.
But someone was faster than him.
His senior brother Duobao traveled west, covering nineteen cities in twenty-seven days and collecting 3,700 names. He never drew a blade. He simply made people forget. Forget the pain, forget themselves, then follow him with a smile.
"You save three a day. I make ten thousand forget each day."
"Work with me. The people you can't save, I'll make sure they don't suffer."
Lu Li replied with three words: "I won't do it."
Because Duobao's offer was a tempting one.
That night, he opened the last page of the ledger.
One hundred and eight lines.
The first line held only three characters.
Sun Wukong.
