Star Chart Guardian Record

My name is Chen Wang, I am twenty-four years old and I work as a data clerk on the first floor of the company. What I do every day is to enter ancient books into the database. In the third year of recording, I encountered the most evil thing in my life - the words I typed into the screen would be changed by myself. "In the twelfth year of the Republic of China, in spring, there was a severe drought." After I typed this line, four more words appeared on the screen: Hungry death is carried on the road. There is no original book, no modification record, and it comes back after deleting it. Looking through the old books that have been recorded, every sentence has been quietly continued along the history, as if there is an invisible person, filling it out one by one. But these hands have also awakened a strange ability - when they touch something, they can see what happened in the past three days. Who had touched it, what scars were there on the back of the hand, all the gray images were poured into my mind. The price is also tough: I touched it three times in a row, and my nose bleeds to the point where I doubt my life. At first I thought it was a hallucination. Until that day, I touched an old book, and the line "Three dozen white-bone spirits" in it was gone. It's not that it was deleted, it's that this story has never existed in this world. Someone is up there, changing the world one book at a time. Myths have been erased, history has been rewritten, and it seems that I am the only one left who can see all this - and there is a guy who always appears on rainy nights, saying that I have been chosen. I'm just an ordinary worker who still pays bills and rents a house. Why me?