Zombies gnaw at humanity on the streets, gunfire rips through the silence of space, and immortal swords cut through the gloom of the Age of Declining Dharma. This is the Lord God’s game arena, and Su Ning’s absolute domain.
Born without emotions, he has a brain like a precision instrument: manipulating people amid zombie hordes, cracking an AI rebellion in the wreckage of starships, and waging psychological warfare in the fog-shrouded city of London.
Could he trade points for supernatural powers? He’d rather turn his teammates into pawns:
- The sweet, naive mage’s good luck is a footnote in his probability theory;
- The sword immortal’s heaven-splitting strike is the final move in his scheme;
- When the mind controller collapses to their knees, they finally realize they never escaped his calculations.
Yet when the blood and fire of team battles reveal the truth of the dimension, and the spark of divinity in a cultivation instance touches a higher-dimensional civilization...
Could the tempting promise of returning to reality be a cold deception spanning the entire universe?
“Are 100,000 points hope, or bait to feed the ‘Lord God’?”
“Is emotion a weakness, or the final key to uncovering the truth?”
At the end of endless reincarnations, the rational man faces a paradox for the first time:
Tear apart the rules, or tear apart himself.
