The steel jungle is shrouded in eternal night neon, technology and psychic energy are wildly intertwined in the folds of modern cities, and those at the bottom are like ants, surviving in the roar of machinery and psychic radiation. Shen Xingran's spiritual core contains forbidden patterns. It should have been the glory of the awakened, but it has become the original sin hunted by all major forces. She huddled in the abandoned pipes and neon shadows, using cheap inhibitory drugs to cover up the abnormalities in her spiritual core. Every breath she took contained the smell of rust and despair.
The appearance of the mysterious man broke the lingering balance. The depression in his eyes was exactly the same as hers, but the spiritual energy fluctuations in his palms carried a fatal attraction. Are they allies who keep each other warm, or are they decoys that push each other into the abyss? The burning pain of her spiritual core, the pursuit of consortium hunters, and the treacherousness of the underground psychic black market pressed her step by step.
Under the depressive background of cyberpunk, psychic energy and human nature collide to create broken sparks. She must choose between hiding secrets and seeking the truth, struggling between cold technology and fiery spiritual energy. Even if there is only darkness burning everything ahead, she must find out the black hand that controls destiny - even if the cost is to burn her last soul.
