One night, Liang Wei sat at his small desk doing homework.
His apartment was so old that one of the windows had a cracked frame and broken glass that had never been repaired. The cold air drifted inside freely.
Instead of a lamp, Liang Wei relied on the pale moonlight shining through the broken window.
Far above the mortal world, something strange happened.
The God of Bowel—an ancient being responsible for the digestive balance of humanity—was clearing out old relics from his storage. Among them was an outdated tool he once used to influence mortal bowels.
A small golden object.
No longer useful to him.
Without much thought, he tossed it away.
The relic fell through the heavens and into the mortal world.
Down.
Down.
Straight toward the lonely boy studying by the window.
Liang Wei suddenly felt something drop into his mouth.
"—!"
He choked in shock and swallowed before he could react.
The taste was… strange.
Metallic. Bitter.
"What the…?"
He gagged, trying to cough it out, but nothing came up.
After a few minutes, the sensation faded.
Confused and exhausted, Liang Wei eventually returned to his homework.
Not long after, an overwhelming fatigue overcame him.
He fell asleep at his desk.
And sl
ept.
For two full days.