During the climactic battle, Su Chen was stabbed through the heart by Lin Xiangbei, the brother he trusted most.
When he opened his eyes again, he was back five years earlier, on the first day of the open beta for Oracle.
Three years later, the game would descend upon reality, and death would become permanent. But he had returned with five years of memories. Every hidden quest and every version exploit was etched clearly in his mind.
On launch day, while everyone else was still killing wild wolves in the starting village, he claimed the server’s one and only hidden class: Shadow Monarch.
On the second day, he soloed a five-player dungeon. A world announcement left the entire server speechless.
But when he ventured into an unreleased map in search of the Oracle’s legacy, he found a line of bloody words scratched into a stone pillar on the altar:
“Lin Xiangbei, you lied to me.”
The scratches were still fresh, as if they had just been made.
The man who had betrayed him in his past life seemed to have entered the game even earlier this time. And as the Oracle fragments came together, a ring engraved with an ancient name quietly slipped onto his finger. Things that shouldn’t exist began appearing in the shadows. The inside of the ring grew faintly warm late at night, as if something inside were breathing softly.
“The Oracle has long since fallen. Unless someone returns to before it all began.”
This time, he had returned to before it all began.
This time, he would uncover the truth before anyone else.
