The silence of the Counter-Clockwise Tower was like the hush after a storm, granting Lin Xiaoxia and Xu Yuan a rare stretch of peace. They tried to leave the chaos behind, clinging to the warmth of each other’s presence. Xu Yuan softened back into his gentle self, and Xiaoxia slowly emerged from the labyrinth of her fevered dreams.
Yet fate is never still. Hidden currents stirred beneath the surface, threatening to shatter the fragile calm.
One day, while sorting through an old computer, Xu Yuan stumbled upon an encrypted file. No method unlocked it—until Xiaoxia, with her sharp technical skill, cracked the code.
The screen filled with strings of complex algorithms and obscure, archaic script. Xiaoxia traced the patterns, realizing the code simulated time itself. The symbols matched those on Xu Yuan’s silver ring—too precisely to be coincidence.
Then, at the file’s end, a name flickered:
Chronos Corp.
"Time Corporation!" Xiaoxia gasped, recalling the shadowed entity from her dreams. Was this organization tied to the Silver Bloodline? Were they, too, dissecting time’s fabric?
To uncover the truth, Xiaoxia and Xiao Ya launched a quiet investigation, scouring networks and whispers for traces of the elusive group.
But Chronos Corp was a ghost. No footprints, only rumors: a sprawling, secretive syndicate dabbling in forbidden sciences.
Then Xu Yuan remembered—his grandfather’s fragmented warnings. Some in their bloodline had sought to merge ancient power with modern artifice, believing blood alone could not truly harness time. Chronos Corp might be their creation.
If true, the organization’s reach was vaster than they feared. Armed with both legacy and technology, their ambitions could unravel reality itself.
And now, that encrypted file sat in Xu Yuan’s hands like a planted lure. Had they been watching him all along? Waiting for his power to awaken?
A new storm gathered in the silence. Once again, Xiaoxia and Xu Yuan stood at time’s precipice. They had to move faster than Chronos Corp—uncover their designs before the currents of fate dragged them under.
For their present. For their future. For the fragile thread of time they’d fought so hard to preserve.
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