Data-Driven Daoist

The watch’s second hand moved, and the tourbillon spun like a little hurricane in a glass orb.

「What's this?」 Fei Rui held the watch up in wonder. 「Ah—」

He threw it away, retracting his eyes, limbs, and spikes into his boxy body.

"What's wrong—?"

Then Yu Han saw the anomaly. The watch was engulfed in green flames as it sailed through the air in an arc.

Green. Burning. It seared his soul.

The watch exploded into fragments of pearls, each shooting outwards like shrapnel. But each fragment was too small, like grains of sand.

The watch, along with its memory pearl core, had been utterly destroyed.

A sudden pain appeared in his head. It was all too familiar. When he had echoed the green meteo—