On Lin Mo's thirtieth birthday, the world began to disappear silently.
> There was no explosion, no alarm. The edge of the city was like a pencil mark erased by an eraser, together with 300,000 living people, zero in the gray-white tide.
> A system calling itself the "Final Fire" bound his consciousness and coldly announced that he was the "possibility" of being chosen.
> Now, he is thrown into a battlefield of broken bones and despair, facing a group of troubled heroes from different universes.
> And the first lesson is: in the face of absolute nothingness, blood, magic and technology are as fragile as birthday candles.
Gods are buried here, and we light ourselves up to become new tombstones. "**
*——Inscription on the ruined monument of the City of Watch*
