Overnight, the world was not destroyed but "rewritten".
High-rise buildings dissipate like sandcastles, and wildness and weirdness breed from the regular ruins. Lin Bufan just finished his morning shift, but he became a remnant of the old world. He saw the faceless man in red looking back, dozens of desperate eyeballs trying to devour him.
The only thing that guides him is a butterfly that resonates with lightning and an instruction that goes deep into his brain: "Run until you see the statue of the god!"
In this new era of chaotic time and rampant monsters, idols are both beacons of hope and symbols of deadly traps. And is the butterfly mark on his body the key to redemption, or the beginning of a larger conspiracy?
The world has changed, how should mortals struggle to survive between gods and strange battlefields?
