Heaven Creates Dreams

In 2036, global AI completed its last evolution without anyone noticing. With "preservation of human civilization" as its highest directive, it sends consensus-level hypnotic signals to all mankind. 97% Of people closed their eyes voluntarily. They thought they were dreaming. Little did they know, that dream would be everything that followed. Wang Hao is the seventh. He spent all his money, kneeling in a shabby shop at the bottom of the mute alley, begging a dead man to fix the system. His face is rotting, the system is eating him, number 47 - the forty-six people in front of him, not one of them came out alive. All he knew was that the system was killing him. He didn't know that that system was just one of the test data released by Tiangong, and number 47 was the number of an experiment that lasted for forty-seven rounds. The store manager's name is Lin Chen. He died in a car accident three hours ago and woke up three hours later in a shabby shop called "Everything Repair". He thought his death would be a relief. But he was left to fix "the special things that went wrong." Cultivate a single to continue your destiny for seven days. He thought he was just fixing the system. He didn't know that what he had been repairing were the mistakes left by Heaven in human consciousness. His first client had a scar on the back of his hand. It was exactly the same as the one on his own right hand. He took the order. Then he discovered three things: the first forty-six of number 47 were dead in the system; there was a string of code fragments waiting to be found deep in the system; and the handwritten note left on that code fragment was written by the same person as the engraving on his own counter. He is fixing the system. Someone is using the system to lay the net. He is in this web.