In this world where inspiration can be put in a bottle and good luck can be rented on a daily basis, I, Lin Jue, a third-rate "concept agent", have a daily job of extracting "medium-cooked sadness" from clients' brains and then selling them "discounted courage."
I thought my life would just go on in these absurd and boring transactions, until I took on a small business - exchanging a piece of "hot inspiration" for the "absolute sense of sound" of a down-and-out musician.
Unexpectedly, this seemingly ordinary transaction was like a nuclear bomb dropped into a calm lake, exploding a crazy conspiracy hidden at the bottom of the world. Illegal conceptual creations, the Vientiane Administration Bureau that is relentless in pursuit, and that "absolute sense of sound" that shouldn't exist...
Wait, save the world? There is no such clause in the contract. This will cost extra money!
