[Your remaining lifespan: 72 hours]
[But every time you alter reality, you can steal 24 hours]
The instant Lin Mo, an antique shop clerk, cut his finger on a bronze mirror, a crimson countdown exploded across his retina.
Photographing a haunted house's ghostly figure can extend your life by one day. Changing someone else's cause of death can steal three days. But altering the blood moon's path... calculating the probability of collapse.
He soon discovered that this "Myriad Worlds Self-Rescue System" could split in two:
The White System guided him to repair rifts in space, while the Black System urged him to tear open the world's barriers.
Whenever the mirror glowed red at midnight, two voices fought in his mind:
"Every minute, 0.73 districts in Linjiang City are swallowed by the Mirror Abyss."
"The ashes of the Primordial Calamity flow through your veins. You were meant to burn the Three Realms to ashes."
As the countdown drew nearer:
- His phone captured a photo of his future self dying horribly.
- A third-and-a-half "Lin Mo" appeared in an old lane south of the city.
- A news anchor's pupils suddenly became diamond-shaped during a live broadcast.
Now, holding the pen that could alter reality, Lin Mo stood at the crack between the inner and outer worlds:
Saving someone from jumping off a building would speed up the arrival of the blood moon, while killing an evil spirit in the mirror would make his loved ones disappear from reality.
When every mirror began to beat in sync with his heart, Lin Mo finally saw the inscription on the back of the bronze mirror:
"When you see that the Five Skandhas are empty, transcend the paradox of all Systems."
