A True Account of How I Tried to Get Home for the New Year

Record of the Second Era: The eternally gloomy sky reflects our hearts. Hunger drives us onward, never daring to stop. Thank goodness for the guidance of those few great ones, who saved us from despair. In the past, we did not know what a god was. Now we have gods in our hearts.

Record of the Third Era: The King of Power descended from the heavens. All things held their breath. Language was sealed, blood was frozen, and the solitary king imprisoned everything with supreme power! The rules of the gods collapsed and shattered. They appeared...

An avalanche and a fireworks display brought me to this mad world. Over time, they called me many things: hero, madman, pioneer, or destroyer. Truth is, I just want to go home for the New Year.

A short life lasts sixty years; a long life flows like a river. If you were born before me, you can make mistakes as you please, because my name is Jiu Zheng.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.