My name is Lin Qi, a junior clerk in the Archives Department of Linhai City Superpower Control Bureau, and a recognized F-class waste.
My colleagues said I was only qualified to organize files, and my boss said I should get out if I stayed around for another three years.
I nodded: "Oh, you are right."
After all, they don't know——
The archives of this city are all written by me.
That day, S-class pollution came and the entire combat department was wiped out.
The projection of the old god is about to swallow up the entire city, and the whole situation is plunged into despair.
I silently opened the file and wrote eight words:
"After investigation, the evidence for this incident was insufficient and the case was not filed."
The next second, the pollution disappeared on the spot.
The surveillance playback showed that the pen I used to write with was a token of the old gods.
The director went crazy: "Who are you?"
The S-class boss knelt down: "Please accept me as your disciple!"
The whole city was shocked - it turned out that the loser who huddled in the corner and slept every day was the real fault number one.
Later, the Tainted Cult madly summoned the old gods.
I looked through the files and sent a text message to the old god:
"Your projection has crossed the line, withdraw it within three hours, otherwise you will be deleted from history."
Three hours later, the projection of the old god retreated on its own.
Now, all the S-class bosses in the city are queuing up to beg me: "Brother, can you help us change our lives?"
I pointed to the number-taking machine on my desk:
"Get in line, call your number, and hand in the materials first."
As for the second-ranked person who steps on me every day?
He asked me yesterday with red eyes: "When will you retire? Can I take over?"
I yawned and adjusted my collar:
"Let's wait until the day when the Old Theological Society writes its archives."
