The Day History Was Rewritten

[History is sick. I am a doctor. If I cure a piece of history, the world will forget about me. Today, my daughter called me "uncle" on the phone. My name is Zhou Zhe, a "historical doctor" who should not exist. When the terracotta warriors and horses from Qin Shihuang's Mausoleum landed in New York, and when the footage of the Normandy landings was broadcast live in Tokyo - I knew that the "time and space anchor" that maintains reality is being systematically destroyed. My job is to infiltrate historical sites and repair any tampering. The price is my memory: first I forget the irrelevant passers-by, then I forget the names of my friends, and finally I forget the faces of my relatives. Now, the collapse of human history: 87%. My progress in forgetting about my life: 93%. They told me that when both progress reached 100%, the world would be saved, and I—— will become a ghost that never existed. But I have to keep doing it. Because the last anchor that needed repairing was the day my daughter was born. If I succeed, she will live in a new, stable world and grow up happily. The price is that she will never know that there was a man named "Dad" who disappeared because of all this.