The old universe dies in the reduction of entropy, and the new universe is born in the zeroing movement.
The "painter" civilization of the old universe has survived, using rules as a pen to set iron laws for the new universe: when stars will burn out, when civilizations will rise and fall, and even the trajectory of a grain of dust will be written into the "painting". This is perfect order, they say.
Su Chen woke up in an abandoned mining star, covered in injuries and with blank memory.
He is very strange.
When he raises his hand, the ore that hits him will suddenly hover; when he is angry, the "painting spirit" (the painter's weapon) that is chasing him will break apart inexplicably; even when he is just walking in the desert, flowers that violate the seasons will grow under his feet.
The painter regarded him as a "stain on the painting" and sent out endless hunters. Civilizations overwhelmed by order are whispering: This person who can make the law "fail" may be the only variable.
Su Chen didn't know who he was, he only knew that there was always a voice in his chest shouting:
"Tear up the painting."
