Thirty-Three Realms: Starting from the Collapse of Dreams

In the cubicle from 9 to 5, software tester Lin Mo is consumed by the endless bugs consuming his mediocre life. Until a week of extreme lethargy pushed him roughly into a cyberneon world of neon acid rain and burning mechanical lungs. At first, he thought it was just an extremely hardcore lucid dream. But when the alloy baton in the dream leaves identical bruises on the flesh in reality, when the high-dimensional matrix code in the dream triggers a dimensionality reduction attack on the underlying logic in reality, when the madman on the street corner desperately whispers "He only has 12 left"... The world begins to shatter. There are only thirty-three realms left in the universe, and countless clones who are content with mediocrity circulate numbly in them. And when the "Annihilators" hunt across dimensions, once all thirty-three "selves" die, their souls will be completely wiped out. There is no escape, no avoidance. The heavy tanks roared in the wasteland, and high-dimensional technology and the mortal body intertwined in reality. The mortals in the cubicle were dead, and Lin Mo, the chess player, took the initiative to fall asleep—— "How many 'selves' do you have left?"