The world has become a whirlpool of mystery, with countless unknowns running through it.
People outside the vortex looked down at the people in the vortex struggling like ants.
The people in the whirlpool are not aware of it, and they continue to expand the whirlpool and dig their own graves.
Some people are stuck in the center of the whirlpool, but they still try to see the whole whirlpool.
The resurrected gods, the destroyed kingdoms, the people who locked time... Has this world ever shown us what it really looks like?
"Those who are protected by gods can control the power of gods.
But have people ever thought about whether being blessed by gods is lucky?
Behind the power, is there no price?
Can humans really become gods? "
The man looked down at the man who looked like him.
"The world will not be merciful because of your fear, nor will it protect you because of your weakness."
"You don't understand this because you only have useless dreams and friendships in your mind."
"But you have to know that fate is like palm prints. No matter how twists and turns it is, it is all in your own hands. If you cannot control the world, just destroy it."
