"Welcome to the Asset Management Bureau (AMB). Your work station is next to the crack in reality. Due to budget cuts, your social security will be paid by the logical anchor."
Gu Changfeng thought that being unemployed and running a stall was miserable enough, until he discovered that his traffic light had eyeballs, and his brother Gu Chenzhou, who had been missing for three weeks, became a globally wanted "S-class logical bad debt."
In this world, reality is a tight accounting book, and "monsters" are unaudited and illegal derivatives. When the ancient gods in the shadows tried to descend illegally through bureaucratic procedures, and when the whispers of Cthulhu were printed into endless administrative reports, Gu Changfeng was forced to join the company and became a temporary worker who settled accounts by "eating space".
"My brother killed the chief to save me?" "Can the chief eat ribs all the time?"
In this strange city where even the shadow could be written off, Gu Changfeng was chewing delicious space fragments while filling his briefcase with red-headed documents against unspeakable things.
Containment, auditing, and accounting reconciliation. Brother, stop running away and follow me back to the bureau to complete the process.
