In the year 3026 of the New Era, glitches begin appearing in the real world.
Familiar streets suddenly turn into neon-lit night markets, and the road home leads into an abyss.
The world isn’t dead. It’s just sick.
Bai Mo is an architect who can see the code behind the world.
While everyone else runs for their lives, he writes words in midair.
Monsters are forbidden from entering a hundred-meter radius around this place.
The rule takes effect, and the monsters retreat. But the price is that he forgets his mother’s name.
This is a story about trading loss for survival.
Every rule Architect Bai Mo writes costs him a memory.
Every time warehouse worker Qin Lie takes a hit, he loses one of his senses.
Every deal broker Lin Kun makes eats away at some of his luck.
For decades, they build a night market in the overlapping cracks of the world and keep it safe.
Until one day, Bai Mo forgets who he loves most.
With red-rimmed eyes, Su Jiao’er presses a diary into his hands: “Bai Mo, this is the debt you owe me. Pay it back with your life.”
It doesn’t matter if the world is broken. I’ll fix it with my own hands.
Even if, once it’s fixed, I no longer remember you.
