In this world, the gods have long since died, and the "divine words" left behind have been turned into laws to construct all things. In other words, a talker is someone who steals the power of "divine words" and uses "definition" to leverage reality.
They say, "sharp", so iron can cut through gold.
"Strong," they say, so that the rotten wood can withstand the torrent.
They say, "there is," and so illusions can kill.
My name is Gu Ci, and I am an unmotivated scribe in the Empire's "Law Interpretation Department". All my life I have learned is "copying" and "pasting", and my biggest dream is to fish until I grow old.
Until that day, I was ordered to clean up a "waste word prison" that had been dusty for hundreds of years, and accidentally came across a "deleted"... Blank word entry.
From that moment on, I discovered that the entire definition of the world seemed... To be rewritten.
And those indescribable horrors that lurked beyond the concept also began to whisper to me...
When truth can be written, when lies can become law, when knowledge itself is the most terrifying prison and weapon...
I, Gu Ci, decided to add a new annotation that no one could predict to this fucked up world that has "defined" everything.
--"Confusion".
