3529: Guardiões do Espaço-Tempo
No altamente desenvolvido ano de 3529, as viagens no tempo tornaram-se realidade, sendo a ordem temporal mantida pela Agência de Gestão do Espaço-Tempo, que proíbe estritamente qualquer alteração do passado ou do futuro para evitar o colapso temporal. No entanto, uma misteriosa organização chamada "Maré Entrópica" tenta utilizar antigas tecnologias de manipulação do tempo para remodelar a ordem do universo, desencadeando uma série de crises espaço-temporais. Um simples entregador chamado Lin Yu, após ser acidentalmente envolvido em uma perturbação temporal, forma uma equipe de investigação com a agente Su Yao da Agência de Gestão do Espaço-Tempo e outros aliados, desvendando uma batalha entre o bem e o mal que atravessa o próprio tecido do tempo.
3529: Guardiões do Espaço-Tempo
The morning light of 3529 flowed like liquid platinum, snaking down the radiation-shielded coating of the spacecraft's porthole and pooling into fine, shimmering specks on Lin Yu’s console.
His fingers, encased in quantum-interference-proof gloves, tapped rhythmically against the holographic control panel. The familiar chirping sounds resonated subtly with his heartbeat, and the delivery manifest floating on his retina vanished line by line.
As a Class-D courier certified by the Space-Time Administration, the coordinates—interwoven from Greek letters and star map symbols—had long since become as ingrained in his mind as city streets, unfolding into a precise navigation network. Each coordinate point felt like a station in his career, carrying the memories of countless transits.
"Mission 37, cargo locked. Preparing to enter the space-time rift." Lin Yu issued the command to the AI terminal hovering in the center of the cockpit, his metallic Adam's apple bobbing slightly beneath his high-collared uniform. The space-time jump device at the base of the ship began to hum. Outside the porthole, the stars suddenly twisted into the shape of a Klein bottle, and a dark blue vortex opened slowly, like the pupil of a mythical beast.
He instinctively tightened his grip on the neural control stick. The cold sweat seeping from his nano-combat suit evaporated into white mist under the constant-temperature system. At this moment, his gaze was focused and vigilant, as if waiting for an unknown challenge. Images of past missions flashed through h
