The bloody words on the blackboard had yet to dry when Han Junhao's Stand, Crimson King, foresaw his own head exploding ten seconds later. This was no nightmare. It was the opening of a hunt for Stand users, in a classroom at Qingyan High School on a rainy night.
When his friend Dai Xipeng's radio Stand shattered the glass and stopped a fatal bullet; when the whisper "Leng Jiahao... we need more samples..." came through the broadcast static; when Stand users calling themselves an intern doctor and a security chief closed in, wielding the terrifying powers of deep-sea data streams and a rusted clock... only then did Han Junhao understand that he and those around him had long since become living specimens in the eyes of the cold-blooded organization Stardust: their souls were fuel, their abilities experimental subjects.
There is no escape. Classrooms, hospitals, cold-storage rooms, the abyssal waters swallowed by annihilation... every step teeters on the edge of death. The bloody words of the hunt are erased in a gas explosion; a close friend turns to a key that opens the "door" in the white light of annihilation; and, through time repeatedly erased, Han Junhao's soul is torn apart and brought to the brink of oblivion. Meanwhile, in the shadows, Zhang Haibo, codenamed "Eye of the False God," weaves a vast net to capture the ultimate coordinates with his deep-sea Stand, which sees through everything and controls the whole board.
Crimson King's foresight and erasure, the rusted clock's power to stop time, the chaotic echoes of white noise, the martyr's path traced across a star chart... As Stand powers collide, burn, betray, and sacrifice in the depths of despair, Han Junhao stands before the cosmic coordinate gate coveted by the false god, clutching the bloodstained "Box of Origins." The price is more than he can bear.
What has he erased: time, his enemies, or... the last shred of his humanity?
When the key itself is a prison, and origin leads to annihilation, who is the true hunter in this hunt
