Douluo's Empire Thousand Years

In this world, miracles are often a pastime reserved for the big shots. Most of the fate of civilians is stamped like pig iron at the moment of birth. The thousand-year-old Wuhun Empire is like a huge machine composed of bloodline and power. Those bishops who sit high in the cathedral can easily buy out the life of a commoner by flipping the chips called "gifts". A holy soul pill that can defy the heavens and change one's life is exchanged for three heart-nourishing grasses that are like charity. An honest and fair beard-cutting, cloaked with compassion and rules. That was the first lesson Mo Ci learned when he was six years old: talent is worthless in the face of arrogant power. Being weak without sharp claws is itself a kind of original sin.