On the screen before them, a gigantic giant was splitting heaven and earth apart, his body transforming into mountains, rivers, lakes, and seas;

　　On another display, a small monkey was playing with an enormous staff, wobbling as it pressed on a cloud and soared straight into the sky;

　　On a screen over there, a frail woman sat beneath the Great Wall, crying up at the heavens. From somewhere, a tremendous force shattered the entire Great Wall.

　　Grace Bennett and Emma Foster looked around as well. Without exception, every screen was showing legends and stories they had either heard of or never heard before.

　　“So the Legend Management Bureau really has always been at work?”

　　“That’s right. Every legend that has ever happened will never disappear. They become a part of this world, a ‘cell’. Our world is made up of countless such ‘cells’.” The white-haired old man spoke earnestly.

　　“But do you know? Cells can ‘get sick’. Once a legend falls ill, it will follow a different ending, and changes in history will cause our real world to change. If the effect is minor, some people who originally didn’t exist will inexplicably appear—we call them ‘Taishu’. They will have subtle effects on this world, like your death.”

　　William Dawson seemed to understand a little, but was still confused.

　　“Ah!” Grace Bennett also said, “Today you gave your seat to Henry Carter. He was supposed to accept it—this is the death recorded in the ‘Book of Life and Death’. But he saw a Taishu in the back row, so he didn’t accept your offer and went to stand with that Taishu girl instead. Such changes caused by Taishu can’t even be predicted by the Book of Life and Death.”

　　“That’s right. If a cell gets sick, a Taishu will appear. If the cell is too seriously ill, our world might cease to exist. For example, if one day Pangu suddenly didn’t want to create the world, what would happen to us now?”

　　“But…” William Dawson asked, “Even if Pangu really didn’t want to create the world, there’s nothing we could do, right? After all, it’s something from ancient times.”

　　“Good question, Xiao Zhan.” The white-haired old man stroked his beard and patted William Dawson on the shoulder.

　　“Xiao Zhan?”

　　“This is the duty of our Legend Management Bureau—to ‘intervene’ in legends. For legends with minor errors, we can interfere using ‘transmission’. But honestly, even if we don’t interfere with minor errors, there won’t be any serious consequences. But if a legend is terminally ill, we can only temporarily seal that story and wait for a remedy.”

　　“A remedy?” William Dawson seemed to get it. “We need to use a remedy to cure the legend, is that it?”

　　“That’s exactly it, Xiao Zhan.” The white-haired old man nodded.

　　“No, but who exactly is Xiao Zhan?”

　　“Sorry.” A woman wearing gold-rimmed glasses and professional work attire walked over and greeted them. “The director has a bit of senile dementia. He mistook you for someone else.”

　　“And you are…?” Grace Bennett asked.

　　“Hello, all three of you. I am the assistant to the director of the Legend Management Bureau, Charles Cooper.”

　　“Assistant to the director? Isn’t that the number two in the Legend Management Bureau?” William Dawson looked at Charles Cooper. Besides her impressive figure, his only impression was her meticulousness—her hair was perfectly tied up, not a single strand out of place. On her pitch-black work uniform, not a single white speck could be seen.

　　“I really must be getting old and forgetful. I forgot to introduce myself. I am the director of the Legend Management Bureau, David Harris.” The old man smiled at the three of them, then said to Grace Bennett and Emma Foster, “Bi’an, Wujio. Thank you for your hard work. Leave him to me, and send my regards to the Yamas when you return.”

　　“Oh, we really don’t deserve that!” The two of them waved their hands repeatedly. “We’re just descendants of our ancestors…”

　　“No need to say more, I understand.” William Dawson said. “My task is to help you find that ‘remedy’ and cure the sick legends, right?”

　　“Did I not make myself clear?” David Harris said. “It’s not that you need to ‘find’ the remedy, but that you—‘are’ the remedy.”

　　“I… am a remedy? What does that mean?”

　　“There’s no time for a detailed explanation,” Charles Cooper flipped through the documents in her hand and said to William Dawson, “Simply put, we need you to enter the legend and pull the story back on track.”

　　William Dawson didn’t react at first. Although he understood the meaning of the words, this was completely beyond his expectations.

　　“Eighty-one years ago, we discovered a deviating legend and could only temporarily seal it. Now the seal is about to fail. If the direction of this legend goes astray, our world as it is may be destroyed.”

　　As Charles Cooper spoke, she pulled William Dawson toward a machine and began attaching various tubes from the instruments onto him.

　　“Wait… wait a minute, I’m a science student, not a liberal arts student! I don’t know anything about your history or legends… And I have to go now?” William Dawson hadn’t expected things to happen so suddenly. “I still have so many questions! Why me?”