A game of life and death, a scheme spanning dimensions.
This is the world where I survive, and also a paradise I protect for others.
Who is right and who is wrong? Who is in the right and who is in the wrong?
Good and evil are indistinguishable, justice has no meaning.
Consciousness determines matter, and matter controls consciousness.
Restless transmigrators, defiant rebels.
This is a showdown between original characters and transmigrators.
This is a showdown between the chaos of freedom and the cold order of control.
This is a showdown between surviving for myself and protecting others.
Brilliant strategists and strange talents gather here.
Plots and schemes are quietly set in motion.
In this world where every worldview is overturned and chaos reigns, there can be only one victor: him or me.
But before all that...
"Who the hell stole my lunch!!!!"
P.S. Don't flame me. This story is told in first person.
P.S. Don't flame me. The protagonist is useless early on, then becomes overpowered later.
P.S. Don't flame me. I'm just... a cat.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
The format is as follows Name: Gender: Which type of time traveler: first/second Traveler abilities: Traveler skills: Faction selection: Red Team/Blue Team, Assassin's Creed, Templars. This recruitment will end after the second chapter of the battle between the four armies. If you want to join, please send it to the comment area according to the above format. We will select the best for admission. Principle: Don't complain, don't bum, don't do too much, follow my instructions in everything, that's it.
Yes, you read that right, it's me, I'm here to burn incense again
I'm not a eunuch, I just haven't had time to write it yet!
. . . I'm here, I'm here to refresh the screen
Yes, you read that right, it's me, I'm here to burn incense again
. . . It seems like all the comments are blowing my mind. . .
Why do I feel a strange feeling watching me...
Good book, but it's a pity that the author is a eunuch
I'm here to burn incense again. . . . Incense. . .
After many days, I came to burn incense again