When Zhao Bin, the “construction-site carry-goods champion who earns three thousand a day,” collapsed at work, he was still clutching his diagnosis of ALS. Once a special forces king forced to retire after offending the powerful, he now faced the loss of even his last shred of dignity as the disease gradually robbed him of muscle control.
In the dead of night, a mysterious email suddenly appeared: [This is a chance]
In a pitch-black space, an AI woman’s voice announced: “Complete the mission and rewrite your death countdown. Fail, and you will be executed immediately.”
As the muscle memory forged from steel and concrete crumbled under the disease, he pressed “Yes” with bloodshot eyes. When he opened them again, the shabby stairwell had become a blood-red battlefield. The back that once carried sandbags now had to hold up the last blazing sun of late summer. This time, he wasn’t carrying cement, but the Book of Life and Death, marked for erasure by the King of Hell himself!
