[Leveling up + no romance + ensemble cast + golden finger]
Sometimes this world breaks. Bai Zhi can fix it.
That’s not a metaphor. It really breaks, like the joints of an old piece of furniture coming loose. The structure still holds, but things start leaking out through the cracks.
The things that leak out have rules of their own. They don’t speak human language, and anyone who encounters them dies. For twenty-four years, the government’s only solution has been to seal them inside iron tanks and wait for them to rot away on their own.
Until they found a young woman who restored old paintings.
Bai Zhi, twenty-four, from Jiangnan, a professional restorer of ancient books. No supernatural background whatsoever. But she did something everyone thought was impossible
She opened up an anomalous space, picking it apart along its seams one cut at a time, like taking apart an old painting that had been badly mounted.
When she was done, she even complained: “This work is way too sloppy.”
Things got more and more outrageous after that. The things said to kill anyone who touched them turned into scrap metal in her hands. At scenes that had defeated entire special operations teams, she only needed to crouch down and take a look to find the structural weak point.
Her superiors asked how she did it. She said she didn’t know.
That was true. But it wasn’t the whole truth.
Some secrets are worth protecting with a monthly salary of twenty thousand, six types of social insurance and two housing funds, and the promise of a peaceful retirement for her grandmother.
