The book is also known as: The Dark Side of the Talismans: Tales of Jackie Chan Adventures
When the legends of the Twelve Talismans become indescribable urban ghost stories
The backyard of an antique shop in San Francisco holds something more dangerous than any artifact.
My name is Song Chuan. I'm an ordinary office drone, until I transmigrated into Jackie Chan Adventures. But this world is nothing like the cartoon I remember.
The Twelve Talismans here aren't toys from a fairy tale. They're living conceptual plagues. The Rat Talisman's power can turn “memories” into animated statues that devour people. The Dog Talisman's immortal are ghosts the world has forgotten. The Monkey Talisman's transformations can permanently rewrite the rules of reality. Every Talisman that awakens brings with it an urban ghost story that turns everything we know on its head.
And I have become the “key” to this twisted world.
Tara's dark mark is tattooed on my left arm. In the next room lives a yandere version of Jade, whose eyes grow more and more purple. Late at night, she always whispers, “Big Brother Song Chuan, shouldn't we stay together forever?”
Old Man's ancient books contain indescribable forbidden knowledge. Jackie Chan's hand was turned to pottery in London, leaving him permanently disabled. And the Dark Hand's followers, who should have been comedic villains, now hunt us from the shadows with derivative artifacts of the Snake Talisman.
But they're not what I fear most.
It's the voice coming from beneath the antique shop.
The box containing a fragment of the Rat Talisman shakes inside the cabinet every night. The sealing incantations are going out one by one. The “thing” inside the box is learning: learning how to break out, how to reassemble itself, and how to find me.
Because all the fragments are moving toward me~
It feels like reading a weird novel. Most of the plots are original, which is okay.