Before my grandfather died, he gave me a bronze mirror. "When you need it, it'll tell you what to do."
In my junior year, at the end of the seventh-floor corridor in the teaching building, stood a female ghost with long hair covering her face.
The bronze mirror grew hot.
Folk Horror Simulator activated. Simulations remaining: 3/3
In my first simulation, I died after 4 minutes and 32 seconds.
In my second, after 11 minutes and 7 seconds, I found the rule: Don't let her see your shadow.
In my third simulation, I survived.
Every supernatural incident has hidden rules. Break one, and you die. My bronze mirror can show me death in advance, trading simulations for a chance to live. The price is my lifespan.
My rank is rising: Apprentice -> Master -> Grandmaster -> Heavenly Master.
My Yin virtue is accumulating. The cracks in the bronze mirror are spreading.
It shattered into several pieces, scattered across different supernatural realms. Every time I recovered a piece, I saw a fragment of erased history: dozens of people in robes gathered around a three-meter-tall bronze mirror, chanting, before it cracked.
Who's watching me?
The observer behind the bronze mirror: what does it want?
The observer has recorded your performance. Good luck.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
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