The wind howled past his ears.
At thirty years old, Jiang Bei savored the strange sensation of freefall. From the thirtieth floor, he had enough time to admire the city’s final view.
“Isn’t that ironic? This is the first time in my life I’ve been this ‘high.’”
A bitter smile tugged at his lips. His phone was still vibrating in his pocket, probably with another debt-collection message from some loan shark. More than 700,000 yuan in debt, a lost job, severed connections, and a life in ruins.
At least this jump would give those relentless collection calls a break for a while.
The ground rushed toward him. Jiang Bei closed his eyes.
“If only I could start over...”
In the last second before his consciousness faded completely, he seemed to see a line of neon-green text appear before him:
[System initializing... Host’s life termination detected... Activating time rewind protocol...]
Then came endless darkness.
