I Wrote Myself Colorblind, So I Rely on Collecting Spirit Beasts to Survive

Chen Hang used to restore ancient books at a library. Overusing his eyes left him color-blind. Then, while reading a fragment of the Classic of Mountains and Seas, an old man appeared. His name was Boyi, the author of the Classic of Mountains and Seas. He said, “This book isn’t a geographical record at all. It’s a cage. The strange beasts, strange people, and ancient great demons sealed inside it have all escaped to different parts of the world. Daji went to Japan and became Tamamo-no-Mae, Xiangliu drifted to Japan and became Yamata no Orochi, and Gonggong’s shattered mountain turned into Jormungandr in Northern Europe...” “You have to catch them all, write them back into the book, and seal it shut.” “And if I don’t?” “Then you’ll go blind, and once you’re blind, you’ll die.” Chen Hang fell silent for two seconds. “How much do I get per catch?”