Sun Mo, a modern young man who was trapped in the public examination, died suddenly and opened his eyes in the cold winter of the first year of Jingkang in the Northern Song Dynasty.
He knows everything about the future: Bianjing will fall, the emperor will be captured in the north, and civilization will collapse. But the inertia of the historical torrent far exceeds the meager power of an insider.
Germ theory was denounced as a hoax, gunpowder formulas were reduced to toys, and early warnings of crises were turned into prisoners of war. From trying to change history, to struggling to survive in the Jin camp, to the desperate ups and downs of the Southern Song Dynasty officialdom... He exhausted modern knowledge, but all he got in exchange was moral collapse and systematic ridicule.
This is an extreme stress test for the survival of civilization. When the exquisite civilization of the Northern Song Dynasty was shattered under the iron heel, how would a soul from the future witness, reflect, and find the individual, small and real weight in this torrent of despair?
There are no golden fingers, only the tearing of cognition and the constants of human nature.
