The "God" whom all mankind bows to is just an interstellar slacker who is tired of watching reality shows in the universe.
On the night of the winter solstice, the sky around the world was silent, and I was chosen to be one of the "Five Keys."
My teammates: a control freak commander, a genius who hates emotions, an old man who just wants to fix everything, and a mother who is willing to destroy the world for her daughter.
And our test question is: within seven days, prove to this eternally boring existence——
The paradox of why a walking blob deserves to continue to exist.
So we decided:
Use guessing to decide who will die.
Use graffiti to explain the meaning of civilization.
Use a collective showdown to overturn the judgment seat.
They waited twelve thousand years for a "perfect answer."
We just want to give the noisiest, messiest, and most human-like one.
