Life in Marvel Is Pretty Average

After an earthquake sent Li Muxiang to the Marvel Universe, she learned to go online and hit the clubs.

A quick transmigration novel.

Some say time is sand: countless grains scatter, never to come together again.

Some say time is water: every drop merges into the ocean.

Some say time is light: when shadows join into one, space and light merge.

And some say time is merely a set of rules, a playground people invented for their own enjoyment.

The wise also say that among all things, only the truth born of time is real. But truth doesn't teach people to be kind; it teaches them evil.

If everyone is just saying what they think, isn't time itself just a dull discussion? Why insist on labeling it good or evil?

The Tao of the East and the Buddha of the West both speak to the world of good and evil. But who cannot speak of good and evil, and who can truly define them?

In the eyes of those who live by the rules, good is good, and evil must be punished. That is the truth flowing through the river of time.

But what lies in your heart and mine? Nothing but sorrow in dreams, hardship in this world, and the suffering of cause and consequence.

Ah, people come into this world and set down rules, striving to live with strength beneath that ray of dawn.

Perhaps this is how humanity and time together compose a great poem.