I finally hit my breaking point and quit my dead-end job after months of constant harassment. Now I’m totally broke, three months behind on rent, and my rich, stingy parents won't lift a finger to help. My life is officially a mess. Then, a transparent screen popped up, calling itself the Honorary Angel System. Me? An angel? I was skeptical as hell, but it was real. Suddenly, I’m being zapped to new worlds with bizarre tasks: saving people and solving cosmic problems. I don't care about being a martyr, but when I realized I could exchange mission points for real-world cash, my whole perspective changed. Now, I'm out here busting my butt as an "honorary angel," not just to help the universe, but to fill my own wallet. A girl has to get paid, right?