Three thousand years after the invasion of Cthulhu, humans are living in an era where they dare not think.
Physics is taboo, mathematical formulas can attract monsters, and looking up at the stars can make you go crazy.
The survivors were divided into three groups - those who burned books, those who went crazy, and those who conducted research in secret.
It was in such a broken world that the Watcher Society dug up a man from the corpse of an ancient god.
Male, in his early twenties, pollution level is zero.
Absolute zero.
The inspector was scared out of his mind. The chief scientist squirts coffee on the keyboard. The psykers' threads of prophecy were all severed. The Holy See sent the most ruthless inquisitors overnight to rob people.
But when he opened his eyes, he couldn't speak or use chopsticks. He had to learn three times when he saw a spoon.
The lively and cheerful female member of the investigation team named him Chen Xuan, nicknamed "Dadai".
"What's your name?"
"…Number Zero."
"This is not a name, this is a number. Give me the last name Chen."
"Daidu, come over and eat."
He stood up and followed her. This was the first time he responded to human words after waking up.
No one knows that he was the last trump card in humanity's doomsday plan three thousand years ago.
A humanoid weapon that was imprisoned in the core of the ancient god and lived for three thousand years by devouring pollution.
Monsters come after him. Eaten by him.
The Holy See came to rob him. The Inquisitor was drained of the pollution, turned back into an ordinary person, and suffered a mental breakdown.
The ancient god noticed him. He replied in his dream: "Are you done? It's my turn."
This is not a story of rebellion.
It's predator meeting a more advanced predator.
And those silver-gray eyes are learning what "worry" means.
When I was worried for the first time——
He saw that she was hurt.
