There was thunder in the rainy night, and a bolt of lightning struck into my Tianling Cap.
My name is Jiang Qiao, a poor graduate student who washes beakers for my tutor.
Until that rainy night, a system that claimed to "raise the level of civilization" lived in my mind. It gave me technologies that were ahead of the times: room-temperature superconductivity, optical stealth, and mecha battleships, but it also installed in my mind a countdown to life and death.
