New World was a modern world. The New Yorkers had barely appeared in this world when a sharp pain shot through their left arms. They hurriedly looked over and found a string of green digits on their arms.
0000-001-00-00-00.
Soon, the digits began to change, becoming 0000-000-71-59-59.
"Those aren't numbers. That's a watch."
Someone cried out. Everyone stared at the changing digits and nodded one after another. It really was a watch. The first digits represented years, followed by days, then hours, minutes, and seconds.
Then, everyone suddenly understood—once the time on it reached zero, they would die. In other words, they only had three days left to live.
"I can only live for three days?"
Everyone was dumbfounded. Some even burst into tears. This was too miserable, wasn't it? They had been living perfectly well, yet just because they had gone out for a stroll, they only had their final three days of life left?
Some people desperately tried to wipe the clock off their hands, but it was completely useless. It could even be said that they were wasting their lives.
"Andrew, was that information just now real?"
Annie asked with an ugly expression. She was not particularly panicked. After all, the strongest support on Earth was standing right beside her, so what was there to panic about?
If even Andrew could not solve this, everyone might as well go home and sleep. Well, skipping the washing part would be fine too.
"It should be real."
Andrew narrowed his eyes. Unlike the others, the time on his hand could not control whether he lived or died, because when that time had been implanted into his body, he had replaced it with a fake arm.
"Time Rule! Uh, this movie seems to be called Time Planner Bureau?"
Time Planner