I Have a Finger That Can Reach the Sky

The moment the countdown on my forehead reached zero, my vision went black and I fell into another world. Everyone here has a mark of fire between their eyebrows, and my number 3789 is faintly hot on the back of my neck. I thought I could deal with it with wisdom, but I encountered precise attacks many times - they seemed to be able to predict every step I made. In a desperate situation, the golden-armored general pierced my chest with a spear, and blood spurted out. He looked down at my eyes that were gradually blurring, and whispered ecstatically: "It's great, I can finally escape from this place." In his twisted smile, I suddenly understood a cruel truth.