When Lu Chen woke up, he found himself in a body that wasn’t his. Outside the window, the sky was gray, and the air was filled with a mixture of decay and sandalwood. The calendar showed that a thousand years had passed since the terror revival. He had no System, no golden finger, and no one to tell him what to do. But he discovered one thing: he could stop time. Sixty seconds a day, and any unused time could be saved up. Sixty seconds a day meant six hours a year. Sixty hours in ten years. But the question was: why did he have this ability?
Who gave it to him? Or, rather, whose ability had he stolen?
