I Edit Myths in Modern Times

My name is Chen Xian, a history graduate who was expelled from the museum. I have bound something called [Tiandao Editor]. It says that this world once had spiritual energy, myths, and gods and Buddhas in the sky—it was just forgotten. And my job is to "compile" them back. In order to save the first amount of starting energy, I posted online, searched for magic tools in flea markets, and delivered the compiled "gadgets" to ordinary people around me. The doorman Chen Bo began to believe that the copper bell could predict danger. Sister Zhou in the teahouse found that the string of bracelets could make people meditate. My former university professor saw his hidden emotions in front of the bronze mirror. They don't know the truth, they just choose to believe it. Later, someone drove the corpse at night under the moonlight in western Hunan, an old boxer got through Xiao Zhoutian overnight, and a Miao Jiang girl discovered that the love charm that had been lost for a hundred years was effective again. They don't know the truth either. They just live by the rules I made up. My name is Chen Xian. Not a god, not a fairy. Just a person hiding in a safe house, watching the world slowly turn back into a myth—— Edit.