Add Points, Then Refuse to Become a Magnetic Field Maniac

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The sky was a brooding gray, the typhoon howled, and a torrential downpour seemed imminent. In such weather, not even cars ventured onto the roads; every household kept its doors and windows tightly shut, some even drawing old iron shutters that hadn’t seen use in years.

Baihai City, this coastal metropolis, had not faced such a violent storm in a long time.

Yet, in these conditions, within a lush, overgrown park, a young man—broad-shouldered, dressed in a prestigious high school uniform—stood clutching his face. Between his hands, crimson drops of blood trickled down, while a brass bullet slowly forced its way out from his forehead. Blood ran over his hands, staining the expensive uniform of Rose Academy. At his feet lay two corpses, their faces unrecognizable, beside which a handgun, its safety off, rested ominously.

Boom!

No one knew how much time had passed before a flash of lightning tore through the sky, jolting the youth from his stupor. Memories surged within him; they were sorted, archived, and absorbed. His previously clouded eyes cleared, sharp with new awareness.

Was there truly someone in this world who, upon stumbling into a criminal transaction, wouldn’t immediately flee but instead linger to watch? Was this Liu Tian—so the youth’s name—truly so incurably curious? Hadn’t television and film taught that curiosity kills the cat?

What? In this world, the film industry was only just beginning to sprout? To see a movie, one had to travel across continents; strict family discipline and an obsession with marti