One day, in some year and month, a voice suddenly appeared in the mind of Gin, the top killer of an internationally renowned liquor company:
[Congratulations, Host. You have been bound to the Merit Cultivation System. 007 is at your service.]
[Accumulate enough merit and you can improve your constitution, redeem cultivation manuals, all kinds of magical artifacts and pills, and even cultivation levels...]
007 went on and on. The rewards were tempting, but when Gin saw the currency required...
The pure-black Gin scoffed.
What was merit? He'd never even heard of it.
If someone wanted to mess with him, they should just say so. He could shoot them outright instead of going to a psychiatrist for medication in an attempt to kill the voice.
But one day, after Gin shot and killed the head of a rival faction (a Japanese American) who had been fighting the Organization for territory, 007 spoke up again:
[Congratulations, Host. Merit +3 (1+2).]
The System explained: Bad person +1, American +1, Japanese descent +1.
Gin fell silent.
Gin thought.
Gin understood.
The Organization? What Organization? It was clearly his reserve currency.
In fact, the entire underworld was.
The ordinary world could be too, especially the spiritually rich, people-blessed Beika Town.
Later, even when the Child of Destiny (elementary-school edition) fought with all his might, he couldn't defeat TK, who had a pocket dimension, could teleport and regenerate, and wielded an infinite-ammo Beretta. He woke up shouting in the middle of the night:
Wait, did Gin use cheats?!
(Lol, he never even turned them off.)
Written on a whim, just a blurb.
Theme: Merit is a wonderful thing.
