——You hold the sands of time, but you can't save her passing between your fingers.
Lu Mingfei stopped breathing on a snowy night at Tokyo Tower.
When he opened his eyes again, he was holding the Kassel College admission notice in his hand, and the rain was dripping down the Coca-Cola can produced in 1991. Those memories that should have been buried in the dust are screaming in the blood vessels - the dissipating temperature of Eri's clothes, Herzog's White King bone wings tearing the sky, and the 101st contract he signed with the devil.
This time, he is no longer a puppet of fate.
The awakened "Ouroboros" spirit gave him the ability to tear apart time, at the cost of carving dragon scales on his heart every time he went back. But when he intercepted Herzog's clone in advance, he discovered that Eri Uesugi's gene chain was counting down to collapse; when he rewrote Chu Zihang's death outcome, Odin's shadow enveloped Cassel College in advance.
The truth dormant in the dark side of history gradually emerges:
Leviathan in the depths of Tokyo Bay sings old songs, Constantine's dragon bones in the ice cellar spell out the White King's engagement, and the hourglass in Lu Mingze's palm is filled with the remnants of all the obliterated timelines.
In this chess game with the gods, Lu Mingfei finally saw all the lies:
The so-called rebirth is just the 199999th deduction of the Black King's resurrection;
The so-called salvation is just the last flutter of butterfly wings before the world line ends.
When he stood in the deepest part of the red well, holding Eri's hand that was about to crystallize, the question that had troubled him for half his life resurfaced——
Still want to escape?
Stream of consciousness, the plot is a bit vague