My name is Zhang Feng. I'm twenty-five, as ordinary as they come.
That night, I missed a step on an old apartment building's stairway. When I opened my eyes again, I had fallen into another world: the Shixi Continent, a place filled with strange energies where life and death are decided across seven realms.
When I woke, I was lying on a madman's operating table. A dose of unfamiliar medicine was injected into my veins. It saved my life, but also gave me a pair of eyes I should never have had: in my vision, time could be seen through, stretched out, and briefly locked in place.
Those madmen called me "Little Rat." They never expected this little rat to bite back.
I escaped, carrying a leather case left behind by Instructor Qin. Twisted runes no one could recognize were carved into it. Qin Zhao said some doors are best left unopened too soon.
But there was a mole in the base, shadows outside the door, and someone kept knocking on the walls of the old freight yard in the west of the city at midnight.
Every time I used this power, I rusted a little more from the inside.
In this world, where strength is everything, talent is both a gift and a shackle.
Faint Imprisonment, Restrained Cage, Solid Shackles, Broken Fence, Escaped Bonds, Left the Cage, No Door: I climbed one step at a time, wanting to find out just three things:
What exactly was locked inside that case?
Who was watching me?
And how much longer could I hold on?
Why doesn't it count as the first climax?