I was reborn in a neon-lit cyberpunk city, carrying the memories of hunting the Cthulhu Mythos in my previous life.
People here are obsessed with cybernetic implants, unaware that darkness has quietly seeped into the data streams.
When my brain-computer interface displayed an invitation to a ritual by the “Crimson Eye,” I silently opened my status panel.
[Item: Illegal neural chip]
[Status: Implanted (forced activation countdown: 23:59:59)]
[Warning: The chip's core contains residual mental contamination from an Old One]
[High-dimensional connection detected: The thorn tattoo on the chip engraver's left arm exactly matches the fatal wound from your previous life]
A holographic advertisement suddenly warped, revealing a line of bloody text:
“Found you, traitor.”
