Ember Civilization

At the end of the universe, there is a museum of civilization. Each gallery displays an extinct civilization—not a model, but a living, functioning world. Lin Beizhu is the lowest-level exhibition hall administrator in the museum. His job is simple: regularly enter the exhibition halls of different civilizations, play a role in that civilization, and maintain "historical stability." No one should be allowed to discover the existence of the museum. Wasteland Doomsday, Immortal Cultivation Sect, Steampunk, Cyber ​​Abyss - every exhibition hall is a brand new life, and every performance is a performance on thin ice. Until he discovered the manuscript of the previous administrator in the ruins of an exhibition hall. The first page reads: "Museums lie. These civilizations were not collected, they were executed. We are not conservators - we are witnesses." Something was circling deep in the sandstorm. The blackened writing on the manuscript was faintly hot under the electric light. The voice outside the door was polite and old: "Your Majesty Administrator, you have crossed the line." His first mission had just begun, but he discovered that he might not survive the second.