Lu Ming was seventeen years old when he was kicked out of his family.
My mother is seriously ill, and two jobs are not enough to cover the medical expenses. Delivering food during the day and working as an escort in the hospital at night. The most valuable thing I have ever seen in my life is a second-hand book worth 50 cents per pound from a scrapyard.
Until the day he was delivering food at the pier, a black cat with missing ears jumped out of his car and led him to a crazy old man's bookstall. The page of the book opened - a dull ring was put on his thumb.
Can't take it off.
That same day, there was a voice in his head. Very old, very old. He talks like a retired teacher who has taught too many generations of students.
"You're finally here."
Lu Ming pointed at his finger and asked, "Who are you?"
The voice was silent for a second.
"I have been dead for tens of thousands of years. You need to grind your teeth first - your breath will leak."
He didn't know that the ring was a military recruitment order from 10,000 years ago; he didn't know that awakened people all over the world were opening their eyes one after another on the same day; he didn't know that someone was banging on the door on the other side of the boundary wall.
All he knew was that the ring was getting hot, there was a roommate in his mind, and there was something under the streetlight in the alley that shouldn't exist.
And all he can use is invisibility for thirty seconds.
Thirty seconds. He couldn't touch the thing - it would touch him.
What a funny plot [laughing]