Lu Yuan was an orphan. From the age of six, he dreamed every night of an endless corridor. Behind its doors, people taught him combat, acceleration, and how to change forms. They called him the “successor,” but never told him what he had inherited.
When he turned eighteen, monsters descended. He discovered the corridor was no dream. Wearing armor that did not belong to this world, he fought for his life in the alleys at night. Every battle left him fighting until his bones cracked, because someone was waiting for him to come home.
Lin Zhixia, the girl who had sat beside him since they were in the nursery. She knew nothing of his secret, but whenever he woke, she was there with a cup of warm water.
Only later did he learn that all the monsters had come because of him. As long as he lived, the disasters would never stop.
The final door opened. Push it open, and everything would end. The price was that everyone would forget him.
He pushed it open.
Years later, when they met again, she said, “I always feel like this isn’t the first time you’ve helped me carry something.”
He smiled. She didn’t know, and he didn’t remember either.
But having someone by his side was enough.
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