Those missing eleven minutes were both a warning his wife sent with her life and the curse that had driven him through forty-two cycles of rebirth.
Lin An, a memory eraser who could wipe away anyone else's suffering but not the nightmare of waking after his seventh “death” on a rain-soaked highway. A countdown glowed in the crack across his windshield: [09:47]. A bullet-pierced wedding ring and a baby's DNA report had appeared out of nowhere in the passenger seat, like mockery from hell.
Hunted across the globe, he was tormented by the endless loop of his wife's piercing screams amid the blood of the delivery room. An SSS-rank forbidden memory called “Pandora” dragged him into an apocalyptic illusion. Buried deep in his brain were forty-two encrypted memories, his only weapon against forced deletion, and a deadly key.
Every clue pointed to a time node that had been erased: the eleven minutes in the delivery room. It was not only the cold starting point of the time loop, but also the hiding place of the truth his wife had given her life to conceal: a quantum graveyard project called “Red Moon,” ignited by the consciousness of newborns.
Lin An must:
Awaken his bloodstained “temporal lag vision” and foresee three seconds of hope amid pursuit and torrents of consciousness. Break through the forty-two quantum shackles in his mind and face the original sin of bringing about the apocalypse. Fight against the noose of the time loop and reclaim the eleven erased minutes. Before the catastrophic Red Moon rises, he must shatter the ultimate conspiracy born amid the blood of the delivery room and find the child he has never met.
When the countdown reaches zero, can he piece together the deleted love and humanity from the fragments of truth hidden in those eleven minutes?
Every death is the revenge of a memory he deleted himself.
