In this world, a name is a person’s fate.
When everyone forgets your name, you cease to exist. You don’t die; it’s as if you were never born.
The day Jiang Ci entered the Forbidden World, she became an undocumented nobody with no name.
She had studied ancient writing, and could recognize the stroke someone had deliberately left off a stele.
She also had a pair of eyes that could see the names floating above everyone’s foreheads.
Others entered the Land of the Nameless with a blade. She relied on textual research.
Read a monster’s true name aloud, and the rules had to be rewritten.
The price was that every time she changed a name, a little more of her own was worn away.
The Office of True Names gave her an identity record, and also a lead:
Find the person who made the rubbing of the stele three years ago.
But when she followed the trail to the end, the contract from three years ago bore her own signature.
Three years ago, she had not yet come into this world.
No romance. She survives on her wits, not by relying on anyone.
Theme: To be remembered is to have lived; remembering others is the deepest kindness
