Stop Reading, or the Apocalypse Will Really Come

Fang Xiang had always been fascinated by the idea of transmigrators.

That was until he transmigrated himself and was caught by Tianjing City's Cross-Dimensional Personnel Resettlement Office within a second.

Tianjing City was a sprawling metropolis 99 percent identical to the world Fang Xiang had come from.

This world had two fundamental laws.

1. The more people believe something, the closer it comes to reality.

2. The longer a conclusion is repeated, the more it resembles an unchangeable fate.

A casual rumor, an apocalyptic novel, a madman's delusion...

As long as enough people believe in it, zombies, blood moons, and the indescribable will appear on the spot.

In this world, fictional stories are turning against reality.

Allow me to introduce myself again.

Fang Xiang, an external observer with Group Three of the Reality Affairs Investigation Division.

To stay alive, he can only grab his work manual and follow the official investigators around, putting out the runaway contaminations.

But no one knows that Fang Xiang's mind holds the fantasy myths, infinite-world settings, and apocalyptic imaginings of an entire civilization.

In this world where believing something to be true can change reality, he is the most dangerous, most lethal source of contamination of all.

"Please, stop reciting that!"

Watching as zombies and indescribable horrors conjured up by the citizens filled the city, Fang Xiang silently tore a page from his notebook.

"Keep it up, and I'll really have to tell you a cozy little story about the supernatural returning."