It was quiet.
The kind of quiet that screamed.
Li Chen stood inside a dome of ancient crystal, breath shallow, eyes wide, hand pressed against the glowing, pulsing surface of the Eye of Reversal.
It wasn't an artifact.
It wasn't even a treasure.
It was a wound.
A scar left behind by something that should never have been born — a remnant of a cosmic rebellion, sealed and buried so deep even the universe forgot it was there.
Except…
He found it.
Because he needed it.
Hei Long had taken everything.
Every win. Every woman. Every narrative thread that should've belonged to the protagonist.
Li Chen used to be the main character.
Now?
He was a footnote.
And so—he made a deal.
Not with a god. Not with a demon.
But with something worse:
Narrative entropy.
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