[Behind-the-Scenes Manipulator + Emotionless, Detached Protagonist + Villains Who Aren't Idiots]
At three in the morning, a System prompt appeared. Lin Yue clicked Confirm.
A corpse. A mission. A countdown to sunset.
He had no idea that this path would eventually spread into a vast web.
People in the ancient dynasty knew only of the “Yan Tower.” People in the interstellar world knew only of the “Shadow Network.” People in the wasteland knew only of the “Road Network.”
Three worlds, three names. No one knew they were connected.
But people in the real world were the first to notice that something was wrong.
An archaeological team unearthed metal components in Lenghu, Qinghai, that belonged to no known civilization. A military laboratory captured an encrypted signal that couldn't be deciphered, with a waveform never seen before. A batch of advanced technical blueprints of unknown origin suddenly began circulating on the international black market.
Every clue pointed in the same direction: someone was manipulating something from out of sight.
But no one could trace it back to its source.
Intelligence agencies from several countries held three closed-door meetings, and reached the same conclusion each time: “No information on an organization, no information on personnel, no information on motive. All three-dimensional analyses came up empty.”
The only certainty was that these events were subtly synchronized.
Like a hand plucking strings in the dark.
At the other end of those strings, a college student sat in his dorm room and closed the System panel.
The organization he had founded was called “The Web.”
Those who joined had to obey one iron rule:
You recognize only the person directly above you. That person recognizes only the one above them.
No one knew how vast this web was.
Not even the people investigating Lin Yue.
They had spent three years on the case, and still thought they were chasing nothing more than an ordinary man who kept his identity hidden.
