This city is sick, and it's strangely sick.
Under the neon lights, billboards occasionally bleed golden blood; the last subway train always leaves for a few stops to the wilderness in the Classic of Mountains and Seas; the surveillance cameras in the office building captured the shadow of an ancient Greek nymph passing by in the tea room.
People call it "urban ghost stories", but I know clearly that it is the moaning of the imprisoned "old gods".
I am Lin Chuan. On the surface, I am an ordinary archivist at the city center library. But my true identity is that I am the seventh-generation ruin guard guarding the "Corridor of the End" beneath the city. My job is to ensure that those moody ancient beings forgotten by time don't crawl back into the world through the cracks in the human heart.
Until that day, there was a strange movement in the "Great Xia Dragon Vein" seal in the deepest part of the corridor, and a supreme god who should have been silent cast his gaze on the world. At the same time, a book that should not exist appeared out of thin air on my borrowing card - "Record of Human Killing of Gods".
On the first page of the book, my name was written in blood, and a shocking prophecy:
"The watchman becomes the prey, the end of silence begins with you."
Now, the whispers in my ears are getting clearer, and the shadows on the street corners are creeping towards me. I know that the roles of hunting and guarding have been reversed.
This time, I am no longer guarding the gods.
I want them to wake up completely and drag modern civilization back to the wilderness of mythology...
Kill gods.
