
In this world, the hard currency isn't money, but one's own Merit Points. Some have lost all their merit and their lives just for mocking an old person on the street. There are also highly accomplished monks who build temples within their bodies to fend off thousands of demons. As for me, although I often help old ladies cross the street, my merit is far from enough, making it impossible to improve my strength. In the end, I became prey for the numerous Strange.