Lin Mu, 23 years old, an unemployed young man, his greatest achievement in life is to read the books in the community library twice.
Until he picked up a blank book on his way back.
There is a line written on the title page of the book: "Welcome home, the ninth director."
He was pulled into a library that had been silent for four hundred years. Under the dome, thousands of empty bookshelves stood silently; in the darkness, countless pairs of eyes made of words stared at this uninvited young man.
"The Art of War" said that he was not worthy of being a curator, but he still gave him a knife-edge test.
"The Analects of Confucius" sighed softly and wrote the first sentence of instruction on the bamboo slips.
The strange beasts in "The Classic of Mountains and Seas" swarmed between the pages, waiting for him to step into that ancient land.
In the shadow of reality, a group of people who call themselves "Book Burners" are nailing phantom books to crosses. The flames are burning the words, and the ink tide is spreading to every corner of the city.
"A book is not a tool." Lin Mu protected a scarred phantom book behind his back, facing the malice of the whole world, and said word by word:
"Books are the last fire."
This is a story about protection, inheritance and counterattack.
Knowledge is not a weapon, but it can be a barrier.
Let's see how the last curator used tens of thousands of books to burn away all the darkness.
