My name is Chen Mo. When I woke up, there was an irremovable metal collar around my neck, with two words engraved on it coldly: End.
I'm not the only one. Along with me, there were ten people who didn't know each other and were told that we had to participate in a death game called "Ten Days to the End". Ten days, ten levels dominated by the twelve zodiac signs, every step may be a trap leading to hell.
Under the roar of "Yin Hu", people ran blindly out of fear, triggering the rule of instant death; in the poisonous mist of "Si Snake", they betrayed each other out of despair. They only saw chaos and killing, but I was different. I see a pattern.
I can see the attack cycle of the mechanical tiger, and I can decipher the algorithm of the snakes chasing each other. They were struggling to survive, and I was fighting death. Every rule I decipher is like a puzzle piece, pointing to a forgotten "civilization fable".
But the game is more complicated than I thought. That taciturn and mysterious girl, what does she know? Are we really fighting for survival, or are we just a brain in a vat in a grand experiment?
In this game, staying alive is only the first step. My real purpose is to open the chessboard and see who the "god" on the opposite side is.
