Destiny Pawn Shop: My Pawns Are the Joys and Sorrows of the World

Chen Mo inherited a weird pawn shop. No gold or silver is accepted here, no real estate is pledged, only invisible and intangible things are traded - luck, memory, talent, and even a relationship or a life span. He became the middleman of fate, sitting in the dark hall, watching souls burned by desire or despair, holding their most precious and nihilistic "concept", and walking onto the cold scale. Some people trade their half-life memories for overnight fame, some trade all their emotions for a turnaround, and some gamble their future health just to fill the hole in the moment. The rules are ironclad and impartial: exchange of equal value, no one can deceive anyone. Until he saw with his own eyes that someone was betting his "existence" on a painting that was destined to be burned. Absolute fairness can be so cruel. Chen Mo began to wonder: when the balance of rules only weighs "value" and ignores "meaning"; when the warmth of humanity is removed from the transaction, leaving only naked calculation - is this enforcing justice or condoning another kind of plunder? He held the Hammer of Judgment in his hand, but felt its weight for the first time. In this pawn shop that measures the value of everything but cannot price "human nature", can he find a path outside the rules and leave a warm exception for this ruthless transaction? This is a story about choice, cost and redemption. When you can pawn everything, what is the price at which you won't let go?