When the blood moon tears apart the sky and the zombie virus descends like a celestial punishment, the deliveryman Lin Mo wakes up in a desperate situation with a mysterious chilong tattoo on his left wrist - a "life simulator" that can preview death. Every death is turned into nutrients, stealing knife skills from the claws of zombies, predicting ballistic trajectories during warlord sieges, and catching a glimpse of the starry sky conspiracy when the world falls. But power comes with a price: when the number of simulations was exhausted, he witnessed thousands of himself turned into monsters, eating the mechanical remains of his best friend Su Jiuli in parallel time and space.
The sight of bloody hunting penetrates the obstacles of the three realms: the golden vertical pupils of convenience store babies hide the genes of Wu Xianxing, the wreckage of alien spaceships under the Antarctic ice are engraved with inscriptions from the Western Zhou Dynasty, and the so-called apocalypse is actually a screening test for higher civilizations. When the chi jade tattoo spread into star wings, Lin Mo suddenly realized in the ruins of time that the so-called fire was just the stubbornness of human beings to fight against fate with mistakes under the gaze of the stars.
From the corpse tide in China to the interstellar battlefield, from lottery elimination to the restart of civilization, this gamble that spans thousands of years has already been filled with paradoxes: to save the world, you need to kill your past self first; to protect humanity, you must accept inhuman blood. When the shadow of the entropy ship on the far side of the moon envelopes the earth, the final simulation prompt flashes crazily: "Become a cancer cell in the new world, or a tombstone in the old universe?"
