I Save the World by Foreseeing Death

A bronze mirror can foresee death, but the price is your life. When Cheng Mo spends his remaining years to save someone who should have died, the black lines have already crept up to his neck. The Night Watchers tell him he is an anchor in time, while the Shadow Alliance calls him a fugitive clone. A shadow in the mirror whispers: The forty-eight cycles you have experienced were nothing more than sacrifices for a ritual to become a god. Tonight, the 49th choice arrives: become the God of Time, or be lost forever in an endless sea of mirrors.