Lin Ye never thought that the end of life is not death, but a cold and strange beginning.
He died tragically in the conspiracy of the "Future Creation" company. When he opened his eyes again, he returned to a month before the disaster occurred. The burning pain lingering on his fingertips has not dissipated, and an inhuman, non-technological [Identity Reconstruction Protocol] has been forcibly bound to his soul.
Once a week, the space-time anchor is refreshed and a completely unfamiliar [identity] is randomly loaded.
He was once a low-level researcher, and the next moment he might be a [trace appraiser] with minimal insight, with his fingertips able to decipher the evil hidden in the dust; the next moment he would become a [subconscious guide] wandering on the edge of consciousness, whispering to stir up people's deepest fears; or he might become a [top hacker] in the torrent of data, with codes becoming his sharp blade to pierce the darkness; or even... An [abnormal existence] who controls the elements and distorts reality.
Skills, knowledge, memories, exclusive props... And even the grievances and potential risks of the original owner of his identity, all poured in like a tide, pushing him into unknown and dangerous situations one after another.
