Whispers at Nightfall: The Gods’ Meditation
When I was five, I pointed at the moon and cursed at it. The gods punished me by making me blind.
At eighteen, the gods filled the skies and threw a party in my ears. My whole school thought I was crazy.
Then one day, the ground split open at the old school building, and indescribable monsters crawled out, intent on sacrificing all three thousand students.
Su Jianwei, the gentle school beauty who was always sneaking glances at me, drew an eight-sided Han sword and cut the dusk in two with a single stroke.
She wiped the black blood from her blade and gently touched the hollow of my eye.
“I found you.”
“Your life is mine to manage.”
Meanwhile, I received an offer from Qing Shan Mental Health Center:
“We are seeking Mr. Lin Yanqing for the position of ‘Special Night Attendant.’ Responsible for treating the special patients in Ward Seven.”
I took the job.
Then I discovered that everyone locked up in the ward was a “mad” god.
My job was to cure the depressed Moon God, calm the short-tempered Thunder God, and help Cupid find love after losing his arrows.
My payment was the temporary use of their divine powers.
From then on, by day, I was the blind classmate fiercely protected by the school beauty.
By night, armed with the authority of all the gods, I cut down every invading false god as the
Night Watcher.
“When the pantheons of the world whisper beneath the night sky,”
“I am humanity’s only psychiatrist, and its last night watchman.”
