Xie Xingzhou owns an antiques shop on the verge of bankruptcy. He suffers from severe obsessive-compulsive disorder and a strange affliction called “structural insight”: to him, everything looks like a blueprint riddled with cracks.
Then, on a rainy night, he repaired a bronze pocket watch caked in rusty blood and was forcibly pulled into a higher-dimensional game called the Eternal Exhibition Hall.
There are no gods here, only abandoned timelines and out-of-control products of the rules.
While other players flee in terror from ghosts and monsters hunting them down, Xie Xingzhou puts on white gloves and picks up tools as precise as a surgeon’s scalpel.
Facing a roaring stitched corpse monster, he adjusts his monocle without changing expression.
“The muscle fibers are joined incorrectly, and the skeletal frame is severely rusted. This shoddy work is… an utter desecration of art.”
[Talent awakened: Disassemble All Things / Absolute Restoration]
If this world is broken, then he’ll take it apart, or perhaps fix it into something he likes.
