I am a mortal, I don't have any lofty ideals, I just want my family to be safe, and our life to be stable, calm, happy, worry-free, and beautiful.
But everything was destroyed, and there was no going back. I met the murderer who destroyed my home. He said that the law of the jungle is the law of survival in this world.
Everyone is born to be chosen, I did not choose. The real culprit is not me, but it, it is a god, it is an immortal, it is this world, it is it that creates us and plays with us.
I didn't understand it at first and thought he was making excuses to cover up the sins he had committed.
Until I lost everything, I understood that he didn't lie to me. It was not him who destroyed my family, but it, the mastermind behind controlling my life. Life is like a puppet show, and we are just puppets, performing for the audience every day.
We have no choice, we are all puppets controlled by a puppeteer,
We cannot control our own lives, we cannot escape, and we cannot break through the controlled life. Everything we do is actually a performance.
We are also chess pieces, chess pieces under the hands of the creator. The short lives of mortals are like chess pieces abandoned by the creator, and practitioners are like the generals on the chessboard who charge into battle, but they are defeated. Likewise, they cannot escape the fate of being abandoned. The abandoned chess pieces will disappear forever. Will the abandoned chess pieces still be the original chess pieces after being picked up, or is it a new chess piece?
