On a rainy night, on a street corner with broken neon lights, the recruitment advertisement for "Alternate Space Internet Cafe" is like a will-o'-the-wisp, shining with an ominous but alluring light.
The monthly salary is 20,000, with four days off and two days off.
Requirements: Night shift, stay alive.
Wang Wang needs the money urgently. His father's death, his mother's hospital bed, and the embarrassment of dropping out of school all overwhelmed him like a cold tide. He had no choice, even if his gut screamed warning, even if the terms of the contract read like a survival manual from the abyss.
He thought this was just a helpless struggle at the bottom of his life.
Little did he know that he was already a locked and discarded piece on the chessboard of fate.
At ten o'clock every night, the clock strikes and reality peels away.
The familiar Internet cafe fell into a strange and bizarre world, and the rules became the only talisman. Shadows whispered behind the snowflakes on the screen. Here, error means death.
What made him more uneasy than the weirdness was the girl with fiery red hair and unpredictable behavior - Su Wanzhao. She was like an unpredictable wind, breaking into his stagnant world with a dangerous aura. She saw through the cowardice and fear under his disguise, but she also gave him a glimmer of light when he was on the verge of despair.
At the same time, fiery dreams come every night: burning palaces, children calling for "brother", and a forgotten epic that has been buried in blood and fire for thousands of years...
When the strange whispers and the calls in dreams gradually overlap,
When the long-avoided responsibility collides head-on with the fear of loss,
When the ancient royal blood finally awakens and roars in the veins of the descendants——
Wang Wang must face the truth: what he has entered is not a dead end, but a way home.
