Everything has a label.
A rusty kitchen knife labeled "sharp."
An ordinary stone is labeled "hard".
A broken bowl from the Song Dynasty, labeled "extremely high temperature kiln fire".
Lin Bei can see these labels.
It can be extracted, transplanted, enchanted and combined.
I lost my job right after graduation and couldn't afford the rent. I submitted 47 resumes and all were rejected.
Until he touched a broken bowl at a stall in the flea market, and a line of translucent words popped up in front of him:
[Tag detected: "Song Dynasty Kiln Fire" (blue·rare)]
From an eight-square-meter single room in a village in the city, to the antique street collectors, to the undercurrent of the underground world.
Lin Bei discovered that the rules of this world were far more complicated than what he saw.
Some people can control fire, some can distort space, and some can plunder everything.
And his tag system can copy everything.
"You are very capable, but - I can also have it."
