Why should I weep in sorrow? I race against the entire night, always half a step ahead.
The city, managed by the supreme AI supercomputer Shu, runs efficiently and glows with light, yet has no people in it.
The few humans left huddle inside sterile life-support pods, scraping by on nutrient fluid.
Reproduction is an extremely low-success-rate luxury project in laboratories, and natural childbirth has become a legend.
Food, water, and air are no longer fit for human survival.
When the cold light of the future shines upon the beacon fires of the Western Jin, she slips through a crack in the darkness of a high-tech age into an even darker era. War is commonplace, and exchanging children for food is no legend. Plagues, such as typhoid and malaria, spread with armies and refugees, reaping lives faster than swords. Every trade lies in ruins, epidemics rage, and great aristocratic clans still sit high above it all...
The enemy she must fight is the "god" trying to turn human civilization into an eternal specimen. The age she must save is bloodstained and burning, an age capable of pulling that god back down to earth.
Shu is the wheel of fate, suspended from the heavens and turning in silence.
When she raises a torch brimming with life in this age of chaos, its light will illuminate not only the darkness of antiquity, but pierce through time and space to burn the cold electronic eyes watching everything in the future.
Fortunately, when the fruit rots on the ground, seeds are already sprouting.
I'm here.
The heroine conquers the land~
Theme: When both worlds have reached a dead end, one dead from excessive order, the other destroyed by utter chaos, she steals the spark of reason from the future and kindles a new path in the blood-soaked past, a path for humanity to thrive and endure.
