When pain becomes hard currency, every nerve in your body is a futures product waiting to be sold.
Delivery boy Lin An will always remember that rainy night - in order to save a stray dog crossing the driveway, his arms would always remain under the chassis of a Tesla truck. When the platform system remotely removed his last mechanical prosthesis, a mysterious "piano delivery" dragged him into the quantum abyss.
On the left hand is Su Wanqing. The genius pianist's right hand seals the creation code. When the keys fall, the whole city stops in the glacier. On the right hand is Mu Xuehan. The left hand of the master of Xuanyuan Pavilion controls the order of world destruction. The rifts in space and time swallow up the skyscrapers when the bronze compass rotates. Two women with the same appearance, the cinnabar birthmarks on their wrists formed a bloody Tai Chi.
In this world hollowed out by data vines, quantum light wings are growing out of Lin An's severed limbs. Each feather is a countdown. In the underground vault of the Pain Bank, the surveillance video of the glacier accident twenty years ago shows: My young self was digging out a bronze vessel with the name "Mu Xuehan" engraved on it from the ice.
The clock tattoo of the Time Entropy Administration is burning, and Lu Tianshu's pocket watch chain is entangled with the last wake of mankind. When the bloody ice butterfly penetrated the barrier between the two realms, Lin An discovered that the so-called cyber cultivation was nothing more than an escape program written by ancient monks - feeding the awakening dusky star with the pain of the entire civilization.
Now, he must choose: use the photon heart to restart the Doomsday Clock, or tear apart the quantum light wings and let the two worlds embrace each other in an eternal paradox.
