The Night Shift Big Shot

My mother died of a strange illness, leaving behind nothing but debt and an old bronze mirror. That night, Su Yue's eyes were opened. Beneath the city's neon lights, he could see the uncanny, and the "rules" each of them followed. He was terrified of dying, terrified to the point of trembling. Yet every time he solved a crisis, he did it too cleanly and too decisively. Survivors fell to their knees and worshipped him on the spot. Fake masters went out of their way to avoid him. Even the official female investigator who knew far too much had her eye on him: "I know exactly how much of your lifespan you've sacrificed." The supernatural world erupted: a mysterious, unfathomably powerful master had appeared in the west of the city. Su Yue was close to tears. I'm just a deathly afraid designated driver. Every time I peer into the unknown, I lose a bit of my lifespan. Please, just leave me alone... But the more the story grew, the more his mother's death, the origins of the bronze mirror, and that patch of gray fog pulled him toward the truth. In the shadows, another "Watcher" was watching him too: eyes of the same origin, but a path entirely different from his own. Should he follow the rules, or become the "god" who harvests lifespans?