The old man who sold savory crepes downstairs from my office said I was descended from the Gatekeepers, and that an ancient ferocious beast was sealed underground. I thought he was senile, until I worked overtime until three in the morning and saw a faceless monster crawling out of the elevator.
The old man smacked the monster into ash with a bamboo scraper, then turned to me and said, “Gatekeeper blood runs in your veins. You’re taking over this job.”
Me: ???
Only later did I learn that nine layers of seals beneath this office tower suppressed countless demons and monsters. And now I, an overworked corporate drone earning six thousand yuan a month, had to take over the old man’s watch at the gate.
The worst part was that the first seal had already begun to weaken.
[Power fantasy] [No protagonist suffering]
