As a national-level conservator, I publicly announced my intention to become a security guard.
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The Curator and all the experts were high-fiving and shaking hands, celebrating a major win. Only Chloe, my junior colleague, the so-called genius who claimed she could commune with the 'spirits' of artifacts, was clinging to my leg, her eyes red and glistening. "Harper, I know your methods are outdated, but you can't just give up like this! The relics need you!" I coldly pulled my leg away. In my past life, every time she 'appraised' an artifact, she'd just light a 'Spirit-Scent Incense' and accurately state its age, material, and even its hidden stories. But all of that? It was…