My name is Lin Zhao. I'm a Palace Museum artifact restorer, a government employee with regular nine-to-five hours. My favorite hobby is listening to the artifacts chatter.
Then one day, the entire Palace Museum is pulled into a horror game. The “Garden of Gardens” instance begins, and the rules demand that everyone kill one another to find the bronze animal heads. While everyone else is screaming for help, I crouch by a white marble railing and hear it cry out in pain. I take out my archaeology brush and say softly, “Don't be afraid. The rules are broken, so I'll fix them for you.”
Later, the globally feared S-rank horror, the “Bronze Sacred Tree,” obediently queues up in front of me, waiting for me to tell it the truth about Sanxingdui. The Lord of Rules appears in person and threatens to erase me. I look over its rulebook, riddled with flaws, and my professional habits kick in. “Your handwriting is sloppy and your logic is a mess. Once I've finished fixing this document, you'll be next.”
While all the other players are still struggling with fear, I've already turned the world of horrors into my second job in the public sector.
