I have depersonalization disorder. The world never feels real to me.
Until an ancient book cuts my finger, and my blood falls on the two characters “Chiyou.”
I hear the battle cries of an ancient battlefield.
Eighty-one brothers, twisted into monsters, howl: “Remember us. We weren’t crazy. This world is...”
Then I’m dragged into the Shang dynasty.
The System tells me to play the role of King Zhou’s chief priest and “suppress the Rift of Guixu.”
But no one told me...
Every historical figure I play really existed as an “Old God.”
They were all corrupted.
Driven mad.
Erased.
And I’m the ninety-ninth.
Worse still, every time I play a role, the world forgets a little more about me.
First my girlfriend forgets me, then my parents, and then I forget myself...
When my final performance ends, I’ll disappear completely.
Unless...
I can uncover the truth before I’m forgotten:
What exactly is the Dream Demon of Zhuang Zhou?
