Outside the city, shrouded in fog, indescribable horrors run rampant. Yet for the supplies they need to survive, people have no choice but to risk their lives and venture inside.
They say there are no gods left in this world. But when people of unyielding spirit find themselves in desperate straits, just as they are on the verge of breaking, they can always see a smiling young woman emerge from the fog. Ignoring the threats around her, she asks them in a flippant yet confident tone:
"Want to make a bet with me? I bet you'll survive."
Shen Wei has never lost a bet. So those who bet with her always find a way through the darkness and escape certain death.
Before long, a rumor begins circulating through the streets and alleys:
They say a god dwells in the fog. All her believers have to do is pay one yuan to make a bet with her, and they can turn misfortune into fortune, even return from the dead.
Meanwhile, in a cheap rental room somewhere in the city, Shen Wei has just scraped together enough to pay her rent. She discovers that not only does she have a new batch of believers, but her divine power has surged as well. Her eyes light up.
All she wanted was to earn enough for rent and find a place to stay. Who knew she could get a deal like this?
Tossing her newly acquired one-yuan coin in the air, Shen Wei hums a tune as she disappears into the fog once more.
Ever since Xie Wanlan could remember, he had been taught one thing.
He was a monster.
And this damp, gloomy basement was the only place he belonged.
People cursed him as a freak, yet craved his blood, which could raise the dead and heal broken bones.
So sharp nails pierced his body.
Every moment, pointed needles drew the warm, sticky "miracle" from him.
Those who tried to save him.
Those who tried to claim him for themselves.
One group after another came in droves.
In the end, they died miserably at his feet.
There was only one thought in Xie Wanlan's barren mind.
How boring.
Then, just before he decided to break free of the silver nails that had long since loosened, a woman's graceful figure appeared in the black fog.
As he watched in astonishment, Shen Wei ruthlessly and deftly pried out the silver nails.
Blood and flesh flew. Xie Wanlan was in so much pain he nearly passed out.
But the instant the woman pressed a hand against his chest, his heart began to race.
In the final moment before his consciousness faded,
The woman lifted the silver coin pendant at his neck.
Her warm, damp breath brushed his ear, tinged with mockery.
"How pitiful."
"My new believer."
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From that day on,
Xie Wanlan found something truly interesting to do.
Submit to her. Believe in her.
Become her one and only believer.
PS: The female lead is the strongest in every way. The male lead isn't as strong as she is.
Theme: Keep hope alive.