Lin Han, twenty-four, a food delivery rider. Seventeen yuan in his pocket. His father is dead, his mother has lost her mind, and his grandfather is gone. In a city of twelve million people, he is the most insignificant speck of dust.
After an accident, he followed a limping tomb raider into an unmarked Han tomb. In a hidden compartment twelve meters underground, he laid a hand on a bronze furnace from two thousand years ago.
The furnace walls were warm.
The furnace had chosen him.
According to a fragment of an ancient silk manuscript, pills made in this furnace could send a person back to the moment in the past three days they regretted most, giving them another chance. It could only undo small regrets, not change life or death, defy fate, or save evil people. The recipe was unique, the bronze furnace had chosen its master, and he was the only person in the world who could make the pills.
After two botched attempts, three drops of blood, and a batch of seven pills the color of blood amber, the regret pills were ready.
A gambler who had lost five million took one and returned to the card table, only to get up and walk away. A tycoon who had missed an eighteen-billion deal took one after being rescued from a suicide attempt, went back, and signed on the dotted line, saving the whole enterprise. A terminally ill patient who had chosen the wrong treatment took one and returned to the moment before making that choice, finding another chance at life.
Lin Han started out at a dingy street stall in an urban village, then gradually entered the secret worlds of the black market, the wealthy elite, and top-tier capital. One hundred thousand, five hundred thousand, three million, forty million. The price of every pill kept climbing, and every customer's stature grew greater.
But the pills could save lives, and they could also attract wolves.
The boss of an underground casino wanted to steal his recipe. A forty-billion-yuan private equity tycoon wanted to acquire his production capacity. A descendant of ancient alchemists came knocking with an order capable of resetting the bronze furnace. And a mysterious overseas organization that had tracked anomalous objects for four hundred years was closing in from the shadows…
