Unwiped
billion's people. One flawless cosmic prison.
Every night at exactly twelve midnight, the universe terminates all life and triggers a global reset. Every morning at eight o’clock, billion's souls wake up with their memories perfectly wiped down to the atomic level, utterly oblivious that they are repeating the exact same day for eternity. Even the god-like Grade S time manipulators are helpless prisoners to the clockwork machine.
Except for Roy Vance.
As a bottom-tier Class D Time Hunter, his weak, defensive future-sight was never meant for glory. But because his soul is structurally wired to sense time anomalies, the absolute trauma of his own death creates a tiny, five-second glitch in the reset. For millions of unrecorded lifetimes, Roy used those five seconds to carve bloody clues into his own skin, dying in thousands of brutal ways just to force his power to evolve.
This morning, the system finally cracked. The memory-wipe failed.
But the sheer cosmic strain burnt Roy's soul to ash, drawing Lio—an analytical, cold-blooded systems developer who worked himself to death on Earth—straight into the vacant shell.
Now, Lio is trapped in a broad-shouldered, weary body with a permanent warning taped to his palm: Die before at 12 midnight. The global system is already lagging, an elite Grade B investigator is closing in, and the world has exactly fifteen hours before it hits the wall.
The loop is broken. The countdown has begun. And Lio is the only one left unwiped.