Fight for Hegemony in the Last Days

In the cold winter of 2050, I was a 62-year-old man. I lived alone in an old shabby house in the wilderness. Outside, there was heavy snow and the north wind blowing through the window cracks in the bedroom. Lying on the bed felt like I was lying on ice. My whole body was drowsy, and my eyelids seemed to be weighed heavily. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.