Three thousand years after the Cthulhu invasion, humanity lives in an age when no one dares to think.
Physics is taboo, mathematical formulas summon monsters, and gazing at the stars drives you mad.
The survivors are divided into three factions: those who burn books, those who go insane, and those who secretly conduct research.
It is in this ruined world that the Watchers’ Society digs a man out of the corpse of an Old God.
Male, in his early twenties, with a contamination level of zero.
Absolute zero.
The inspector is terrified out of his mind. The chief scientist spits coffee all over his keyboard. The psychics’ lines of prophecy are cut off. The Church sends its toughest inquisitor to seize him in the middle of the night.
When he first opens his eyes, he can’t speak or use chopsticks. He has to be shown how to use a spoon three times.
The cheerful, lively woman on the investigation team gives him the name Chen Xuan, with the nickname “Dai Dai.”
“What’s your name?”
“...Number Zero.”
“That’s not a name, it’s an ID number. Take my surname, Chen.”
“Dai Dai, come eat.”
He stands up and follows her. It is the first time since his awakening that he has responded to a human voice.
No one knows he is humanity’s last trump card from the doomsday plan of three thousand years ago.
A humanoid weapon sealed inside an Old God’s core, which survived for three thousand years by devouring contamination.
Monsters come after him. He eats them.
The Church comes to seize him. The inquisitor’s contamination is drained away, turning him into an ordinary person, and he suffers a mental breakdown.
An Old God notices him. In a dream, he replies, “Are you done talking? My turn.”
This is not a story of resistance.
This is what happens when a predator meets a higher-order predator.
And those silver-gray eyes are learning what it means to “worry.”
The first time he feels worried
he sees her get hurt.
