The One Who Sells the Stars

In a world where inspiration can be bottled and good luck rented by the day, I, Lin Jue, am a third-rate “concept broker.” My daily work involves extracting “seven-minutes-done sadness” from my clients’ brains, then selling them “discount courage.”

I thought I’d just keep muddling through life with these absurd, boring deals, until I took on a small job: trade a “viral hit idea” for a struggling musician’s “perfect pitch.”

I never expected this seemingly ordinary deal to explode like a nuclear bomb dropped into a still lake, exposing a deranged conspiracy buried beneath the foundations of the world. Illegal concept creations, the relentless Bureau of All Phenomena, and that “perfect pitch” that shouldn’t exist...

Wait, saving the world? That wasn’t in the contract. That’ll cost extra!