The Internet Hates Me: I Become a God on the Spot

When the one-star review popped up, I was crouched in the stairwell on the twenty-eighth floor, gasping for breath. One star. Tag: Stealing food. I hadn't even peeled the seal off that box of braised chicken. But the platform docked me 520 yuan, and my little sister has to pay 38,000 next Wednesday. In the middle of the night, a black-screen interface appeared on my phone: 【Emotion: Resentment · Purity: 41%】 【Settlement: Karma +95】 It took me a long time to figure out that hatred could be weighed, and sold. There are people in this city who make a living cultivating “hatred,” then selling it to those who need it. And I'm the only one who can swallow it and make it my own. They call me the Seventh Filth Collector. My dad was Number Three. Three years ago, he left for the night shift and never came back. All he left behind was his employee ID. Yesterday, a new line appeared on that ID: Number 03, Current Status: Online. Starting today, I'm going to make everyone in Jiangcheng hate me. Every time someone curses me, I'll grow tougher.