Rule-based instances descend upon the seven cities of Wulu. Everyone else is memorizing the rules, while Cheng Mo is feeling along the doorframe.
People laugh at him for awakening the weakest, white-tier talent, until he feels his way through an old crack and finds the path to survival hidden by the rules.
Wood remembers wounds. Metal remembers pain. Every rule has a seam. Cheng Mo’s job is to turn scrap into an answer that even a ghost story has to accept before the countdown to death hits zero. But when countless answers are compressed into a single standard, the last thing he may have to dismantle is his own perfect creation.
