After my father died, I was forced to participate in his "Seven Day Rule."
Rule of the First Night: Kneel down with your back to the door, and your father will answer his call.
Rule of the second night: Look at the portrait and answer any questions you may have.
The Third Night Rule: Don't touch the machines in the workshop.
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I strictly followed it and took every weird relic he gave me, thinking that it would be over after seven days.
Until the seventh night, the rules are updated:
The final rule: inherit his work card and become the new "code enforcer".
Thick fog engulfed the city, and countless voices whispered in my ears:
"Welcome, the new team leader of the seventh workshop."
"Now, it's your turn to distribute... Your laws."
