[Plot-Driven + Dissociative Identity Disorder + Urban Superpowers + Cyberpunk]
My name is Jiang Xun.
I live in this steel city where the sun never rises. Three towering walls, “piercing the clouds,” divide it into three tiers: the Inner Ring, the Middle Ring, and the Outer Ring.
A legend circulates between the Middle and Outer Rings: “The Inner Ring, where the privileged live, is full of greenery and springs. Its children see sunlight from the day they’re born, and even the dogs have warm little homes and clean food!”
For us wretched Dustfolk living among the underground rail lines, the only chance to enter the Inner Ring is the “Citizenship Selection.”
I used to believe it was a way out, a source of hope.
That was until I entered the exam hall and saw a monster known as a “Disqualified.”
He slaughtered everyone.
I was the only survivor.
“The selection is a scam.”
It’s a live-streamed game where the privileged raise people like fighting insects. I’m just a moth flinging myself into the flames while they watch and laugh.
