“When time becomes a prison, even a touch is a crime of altering history”
A genius mechanical engineer posing as a mute × a time cop trapped in a Tang dynasty body
In 763 AD, a storm was brewing over Chang’an.
When Gongshu Mo, the newly arrived mute artisan at the Ministry of Works, was repairing the Dragon Tail Road, she pried a titanium alloy gear that did not belong to the Tang dynasty from a thousand-year-old mortise-and-tenon joint.
She had no idea that the “Armillary Sphere Core” buried in her spine by an empress of a previous dynasty was resonating with a geomagnetic storm.
Pei Shisu was even less willing to admit that the coughing, blood-spitting body he inhabited concealed a quantum consciousness from the future Time Administration.
He had personally carried out eight civilization resets while pursuing the temporal fugitive who stole The Lost Pages of Lu Ban. But during his ninth mission,
when the blood seeping from her wrist as she repaired the south-pointing chariot set off an oracle-bone data storm across all of Zhuque Avenue.
“Warning: quantum-entanglement-level emotional fluctuations detected”
“Warning: Host cell activity below the time-transmigration threshold”
“Final choice: activate the Ziwei Enclosure instrument to alter Earth’s rotation, or let all history after the Song dynasty turn to ashes?”
The bronze south-pointing chariot in her palm veered 9.47 degrees. That was the “civilization-saving margin of error” calculated by people of the future across eight lifetimes, yet it was also the first time he had sensed “the algorithmic overflow of a human heartbeat.”
