It was 11 o'clock in the morning at the Jiangcheng convenience store. I was just an advertising man who couldn't even scrape together the subway money, but relying on a strange memory that suddenly appeared, I repaired a freezer that even the maintenance technician couldn't fix in three minutes.
At that time, I thought it was just an hallucination caused by being too tired from working overtime - until the dark shadows in the alley, the patients who "saw another self" in the hospital, and the photos of me repairing the freezer in anonymous text messages appeared one after another, I realized that that memory did not belong to "me" at all.
It comes from 12 parallel worlds and contains hacking technology, traditional Chinese medicine and acupuncture, doomsday survival skills, and space-time cracks that are enough to collapse Jiangcheng; it allows me to help my mother heal my old cold leg, and it also allows me to avoid the deadly pursuit of strangers.
The "Shadow Weaver" who is chasing me wants not only these memories, but also my "anchor physique" that can connect 12 worlds; the owner of the "Memory Pawn Shop" in the antique market in the old city always reminds me that "the more memories, the thinner the reality"; even the person I want to protect the most starts to ask me "Who are you?"
It turns out that ordinaryness is never a protective color. When the fragments of the parallel world smash into reality, and when the lives of 12 "me" are fighting in my mind, I can either use these memories to protect the people around me, or watch the fusion of time and space swallow everything.
But no one told me that when the 12 memories were finally put together, would I choose to be an ordinary advertiser returning to Jiangcheng, or to become a guardian across parallel worlds?
