Existence Value

No system, no heroine, anti-routine In this world, memory is currency. Everyone's existence is priced - the weight of others remembering you is the number above your head. The day the number reaches zero, you will completely disappear from everyone's memory, as if you have never lived. Shen Que's existence value is thirty-seven copper coins. Repairing fences, carrying rice, and helping people find sheep, every penny earned was earned. He couldn't remember his father's face. Until a man called the "awakener" came to his door and told him: In the past ten years, someone has come to polish that memory for him every month - the fee was paid in advance by his father ten years ago. He began to trace the traces left by his father: a smoking pot that had been used for twenty-two years, a key that had been in someone else's arms for ten years, and a blacksmith shop that had been locked for ten years. There is also a person named Chen Mo. That person once existed and was ranked among the top ten in the city, but he spent his life in exchange for a blank piece of paper - forgotten by everyone. Shen Que stood in front of his father's abandoned shop, holding Wen's key in his hand. What he didn't know was that behind this door lay the biggest debt between him and the city.