In the Era of Spiritual Money, the Poor God in the Brain

Under the leaden sky, the spiritual waste area rots and thrives. There is a golden "debt card" embedded on his temple, and every beat is like a death knell for him. Lin Mo only has 72 hours to repay the 870,000 spiritual power. Otherwise, his soul will be taken away, stuffed into the cold spirit puppet body, and he will be a cow and horse for the rest of his life. He calculated everything and chose the safest way to survive. But in the whimper of "Master, you eat" at the entrance of the alley, he broke his guard. When he anonymously sent out the 1,000 points of spiritual power, the terminal was swallowed up by pure blackness. A line of white words, with a playful coldness, was engraved into his retina: "72 hours, recalculation. If you lose, you and the person you rescued will become spirit puppets together." Does Tianqiong Group rule the world? The mastermind controls all consciousness? No. The real players are hidden deep in the system. Lin Mo found himself involved in an ultimate game that transcended the rule of the sky. And he is the only "abnormal data" that can break the closed loop. In the spiritual waste zone at this moment, a revolution sweeping the world was quietly igniting in his anger.