[Apocalyptic science fiction + suspense + strange rules + battle of wits]
Whoever is awake on the Feast of Drunkenness will be taken away by the church.
Li Zixuan was not drunk.
He watched the whole town fall, and the men in gray robes went from house to house carrying away those who "shouldn't be awake". Immediately afterwards, the radio called out his real name:
"The seventh awakener, Li Zixuan - returns to the team."
At the end of the broadcast, two lines of words were left on the old wall:
Destiny has heard you. Good night, number seven.
He didn't know why he had been sleeping for three hundred years, he didn't know what was sealed in the black cross that bound him when he woke up, and he didn't know why this world didn't allow people to look at the stars.
What's even more troublesome is that every time he forcibly uses his abilities to track down clues, he randomly loses a piece of his memory.
In order to retrieve the past, he could only continue to investigate at the risk of forgetting himself.
