1944, Xinjing.
When Chen Lide starved to death by the ditch, it was me who woke up.
A history student who traveled through time, an "abandoned son" forgotten by the organization, and a crumpled certificate of good citizenship.
Survival was the only thought on the first day.
But what about after surviving?
Watching my compatriots being mauled to death by the wolf dogs of the Kwantung Army, watching the names on the list disappear one by one, watching the island country officer named Takeda walking past me every day——
I found that I couldn't pretend not to see it.
There is no system, no plug-ins, just a brain from the future.
Then take a gamble.
Bet I'll live to see August 15, 1945.
Bet I can deliver the information with my own hands.
Bet - I was the one who signed the surrender document in the end.
