Rising from the Embers: I Become a Legend in the Spy World

I transmigrated into a low-ranking clerk’s job in the archives room of the Military Statistics Bureau, and gained a golden finger called “Embers.”

The moment I touch any object, I can see three seconds of lingering images from its “memories.”

I had no gun, no connections, and no powerful backers. But with these hands that dared to touch anything, I worked my way from the archives room to the Japanese Kempeitai’s top-secret list.

Everyone thought I was a genius. Only I knew I could see the “embers” no one else could.

Then one day, I touched a gun. Its owner was standing right in front of me, smiling.

The shadow war in Jinling had already begun, and I would use this ember to burn through the entire world of espionage.

With “Embers,” I’ll make my name in this chaotic age.