The 10% Rule Rise Of The Zero-Rating Reaper
In Minato City, your soul isn't a mystery—it’s a digital rating hovering over your head. It determines your job, your rights, and your worth.
Arata is a 0.01. In a world of gods and "Solar-Tiers," he is a rounding error. A glitch. Background noise. He spends his days as a hotel supervisor, bowing to people who could erase him with a thought and clinging to a collection of vintage "21 and Up" greeting cards just to remember what it feels like to be human.
But a single, desperate touch during a lobby confrontation changes everything.
A hidden yellow screen—one only Arata can see—has appeared with a simple, brutal mandate: Every time he touches a "Superior," he collects a 10% Service Fee.
The public system still sees him as a Zero. The Aether Police can’t track him. And the arrogant elite have no idea that the man opening their car door is slowly draining their divinity.
Arata is finally ready to stop being a decimal point. He’s taking his 10%. And he’s starting with the ones who think they’re untouchable.