Reborn: The Sixth-Dimensional Dark Realm

If the universe were an old computer that had been running for tens of billions of years, then when Zheng Qing woke up, the world had just developed a bug he couldn't understand.

A blinding white light pried open Zheng Qing's tightly shut eyelids like a rusty, blunt knife.

There was no moldy water stain on the ceiling of his rented room, and no endless roar of tires from the elevated highway outside.

His back was pressed against a cold, hard metal surface that vibrated faintly. It didn't feel like an operating table in a hospital so much as a server rack in a climate-controlled university computer lab.

The pungent smell of highly concentrated disinfectant mixed with ozone filled his nostrils. Ozone. He knew that smell all too well. It was exactly what the old ultraviolet sterilization lamp in the lab smelled like after it started wearing out. Every time he left the lab after an experiment, the scent clung to his hair.

But this wasn't the lab he knew.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.