Of All the Regrets in the World, I Am the Only One Who Cannot Save It

At three o'clock in the morning, the world clears. Only Yang Xiaokang remembers everything. He is the only sane person among the prisoners of time - three hundred and sixty-five cycles, and he has lived the same day completely three hundred and sixty-five times. Everyone is standing still and their memories have returned to zero. Only his mind is growing crazily. Programming, finance, fighting, the game of people's hearts... He turned a year's repetition into ten years of experience for ordinary people. He thought that he had achieved the full level of skills, which was enough to withstand all the wind and rain in the world. It wasn't until the day the cycle ended that he discovered that fate had played the cruelest joke. The debt guaranteed by my father was frozen in time, and when the cycle ended, it snowballed to 2.3 Million. Court summons, property seizure, a sick mother, a gray-haired father, a sister in urgent need of surgery - he used all the skills he had accumulated over three hundred days and nights to be as thin as a piece of paper in the face of the desperate situation where the family was on the verge of being broken up. All right paths are blocked. At the age of seventeen, with no identity, he had only the last choice.