A Fantasy Story
About a period of time
When people awoke, they found a new world teeming with monsters—every attack proved futile, and yet… everyone was born with an innate means to resist them…
A Fantasy Story
The stale world,
The stale world,
Yang Zicang woke up already dead once.
He was sitting on a bus stopped in the middle of the road. Outside the window, a yellow taxi was passing by — and in the passenger seat sat a man in a dark blue shirt, a peaked cap, and a blue earring. That man was himself. Another himself.
One by one, the other passengers came to. The doors wouldn’t open. The windows wouldn’t break. And on the ceiling, a black, spider‑web‑like crystalline membrane began to grow. A blurred figure appeared on the onboard TV screen and told them: this bus was turning into a living organism, and every person on it was the nourishment that would hatch it. Less than three minutes remained.
The way out was a transaction: pay fifty years of Chronos — because in this world, time is the only capital you truly own.
fiction works — shared for free.
Private work, same series,
totaling approximately three million words of novel content to be released here sequentially.
ESSENCE-POLARITY DOSSIER ·Yang
That’s where the story starts, but it goes far beyond that.
After stepping through that door, Yang Zicang set foot on a wasteland called the Shibin Wastes.
Here, people trade, fight, and invest with their lifespans. The second your Chronos hits zero is the second you vanish. Nightmare‑corrupted vehicles race across the barren land, monsters in the Crosspace devour lives by the century, and the scattered Peng Zones are the last remaining settlements — makeshift shelters of wood and scrap metal, forever on the verge of collapse.
He started with nothing. A Moxel contract, a few chance companions, and a weapon that would never stop feeding on others’ Chronos. From a penniless Cargo Crew captain running for his life, to someone who could convene a hundred‑person council and decide the fate of an entire forest — the distance between those two points wasn’t just about power. It was about countless choices made when there was only one last breath left in him.
But this is not a story about getting stronger. Or at least, not entirely.
It’s more like throwing a man into a world with completely unfamiliar rules, and then asking him: when your own life can be measured in numbers, who are you willing to spend it on?
