This is a world where individuals have their own rules and regulations - the special ability of soul imprinting does not distinguish between high and low, only the level. Even though everyone has special powers, there are still those who reach the top who hold the power and control the order.
In the pile of ancient books in the old bookstore in the south of the city, the young man woke up to the aroma of paper and ink. The body of the seventeen-year-old is thin and tall, and the dust from the pages is still on his fingertips, but his mind is blank, no past, no name, and he can't even remember why he is huddled in this corner filled with parchments.
Outside the carved window, the hustle and bustle of the streets and alleys could be heard faintly, and the words "Zhang Lie" and "Shi Shi" floated in with the wind, strange and with an inexplicable attraction. He stood up holding on to the dusty bookshelf and looked at the slightly pale but angular face in the mirror. He had only one thought in his mind: he had to first figure out what kind of world this was and who he was.
Intention: Regardless of high or low, the weather will be bright and sunny
