I was reborn in a neon-lit cyber city, but I carried with me the memory of hunting Cthulhu in my previous life.
The people here are crazy about artificial bodies, but they don't know that darkness has quietly seeped into the data flow.
When the "Crimson Eye" sacrificial invitation popped up on the brain-computer interface, I silently clicked on the information panel.
[Item: Illegal Neural Chip]
[Status: Implanted (forced activation countdown 23:59:59)]
[Warning: The mental contamination of the old rulers remains in the chip core]
[High-dimensional correlation detected: The thorn tattoo on the left arm of the chip writer is completely consistent with the fatal injury in your previous life]
The holographic advertisement suddenly distorted, and a line of bloody words appeared:
"I found you, traitor.
