At twenty-six, Chen Xiao, a self-made tech tycoon, was kicked out by his best friend and the woman he loved, working together.
His shares were wiped out, his reputation ruined. He looked down from the rooftop of the building he had founded
Then he heard a voice that shouldn’t have existed.
[Origin Tracing System successfully bound.]
[Welcome back. You’ve finally made it this far.]
No status screen, no shop to redeem items, no sign-in draws.
The System gave him just one thing: the ability to see the “relationship lines” above everyone’s heads.
· Red lines: love
· Gray lines: hatred
· Gold lines: self-interest
As he used this ability to review the first twenty-six years of his life, he discovered a bone-chilling truth:
Everyone who had ever gotten close to him had at least one line wrapped around their head.
And the person who had betrayed him most viciously had a black line above their head.
What did a black line mean?
The System fell silent for three seconds, then spoke in a tone he would never forget:
“Don’t rush. Finish the first mission first.”
The first mission was simple: find out who had deleted a key clause from the share transfer agreement.
Time limit: seventy-two hours.
The failure penalty wasn’t listed on the screen, but the System told him privately:
“You’ll die. For real.”
The System didn’t speak often, but whenever it did, it was infuriating:
“Is your brain full of water? How can you not see this?”
“I suggest you run. Of course, running won’t help.”
“Congratulations, you’ve made another bad decision. But it’s fine. You’ve always been like this.”
This isn’t a story about a comeback and face-slapping.
It’s a story about betrayal,
