Being thrust into a group of sand sculptures, the group members are either fire gods or wall-walking immortals, and all of them are talented people.
But I, a mere mortal, became the group administrator.
My job is to set rules for the gods with my mouth.
Firefighting and disaster relief? I said, "The fire must be extinguished."
Rescue stuck wall? I said "the wall is the door".
I originally wanted to keep a low profile on after-sales service, but my group of friends were all Dihua monsters, so they made me look like an invincible boss.
Until there is a force that tries to erase "color" and "sound" from the world.
I had no choice but to stand up and say something to that chaos:
"This place is under my control."
