Data Collapse: 217th Loop

When your memories become a script altered by someone else, how can you prove you're not a puppet on a string? The quantum-matrix-built Lord God's space is collapsing, and Su Zhou, a veteran of 217 cycles, triggers a fatal bug during a sacrificial ritual in a blood-moon castle.

The hand holding his flintlock remembers every combat instinct, but he cannot recall who the vanished ruby necklace around his neck belonged to;

He solves alchemical arrays faster and faster, but his completion count in the System logs remains stuck at "1";

Lin You, the teammate he buried with his own hands, is now a data ghost, carving pleas for help into monsters with bullets.

This is a war of perception waged under the rules of an infinite-flow world: