Dianwenlu

I inherited the multiverse pawnshop and became the richest poor man. The "concept of civilization" is traded here: the devil pawns "fear", and civilization mortgages "history". My reward is to turn these concepts into imprints and carve them into my soul. Soul loading rate: 87%. The day I complete my qualifications is when I am "existentially paid off." The only way to survive is to pawn "myself". Today, a customer came to redeem a piece of goods that I never owned: [Name of goods: Intoxicated childhood] [Pawnee: My father] ——Until now, I understand that my life has been marked with a price from the very beginning. My struggle is the only currency he uses to redeem my "future".