The Prehistoric Era of the Soldier King

**Is prehistory 3,000 years in the future a real prison or a virtual sandbox?**

A soldier who died in a nuclear blast awakens in the Blackstone Tribe, where giant beasts roam. A bead of blood from the broken scar over his left eyebrow activates an ancient jade pendant etched with circuit patterns, bringing a plea for help from his sister, sent across three millennia. Meanwhile, the overseer AI labels all the “ancestral spirit energy” here as “defective product of the 127th cycle.”

**As the boundary between machine and flesh begins to collapse:**

His comrade Xingmang grows man-eating beast scales along his spine, while the bone ring of the tribal elder flashes with a nuclear detonation countdown. The price of seeking the truth is witnessing the real world freeze on an observation screen for 0.03 seconds. Should he shatter the closed loop of time and space to save his sister? Or become a tyrant of a new civilization and end the cycle amid the “Ode to Joy” of billions of interlocking gears?

**Flesh is frail, and machines are not alive.**

**When the seventh sun rises in both worlds,**

**whose name will be carved on the tombstone of civilization’s crematorium?**