At eight in the morning, the bright office building of N City's Pollution Control Bureau stood in stark contrast to the gloomy, smog-choked world outside.
The smog had spread an oppressive feeling across the land, almost making it hard to breathe.
The sky beyond the windows was overcast, as though a vast gray curtain had been drawn tightly over it. With the active supernatural energy mixed in, the smog had grown as thick as congealed corpse oil. Even the gusting cold wind couldn't disperse it.
That went to show just how accurate the weather forecast was in this world. If they said there'd be smog, there was smog; if they said the supernatural energy would be active, it was active. Not a single detail was off.
Meanwhile, Director Mo of the N City branch of the Special Pollution Control Bureau arrived at his office right on time.
In weather like this, ordinary people wouldn't dare go out without a good reason. But the director was an exception.
After all, the Pollution Control Bureau had a fair bit of strength behind it. Day or night, if necessary, wandering ghosts and evil spirits on the road wouldn't be able to stop them.
"..."
After entering his office, he set down his personal belongings and walked to the window. He watched the wretched smog outside for a while, then finally shut the blinds with a cold expression and sat down behind his broad desk.
He didn't rush to start work. Instead, he sat there with furrowed brows and a grave look in his eyes, apparently lost in thought.
After a long while...
He collected himself, opened his computer, and absentmindedly rubbed the brass paperweight on his desk while he waited for it to start up.
It was an old object carved with a