The end of the world is coming, and I have awakened the only rainbow-level profession [Jietian Sword Master]. But when I held the first card, the whisper of the dead sounded in my ears:
"Please, remember the last appearance of our civilization."
It turns out that each card is an epitaph for a lost world. The blue pocket watch card allows me to pause time, at the cost of forgetting a precious memory; the golden holy sword card cuts off the rules, but requires me to bear the sorrow of the collapse of an empire.
Starting from the ruins of the martial arts hall, I established the sect "Jietian Pavilion". We are not trash-picking survivors—we are fire-stealers from the graveyard of civilization. A five-person team went deep into the Mausoleum of the First Emperor, a hundred-person team challenged Olympus, and a three-hundred expeditionary force crossed the Sea of Return... Every victory saved more stories from the world from complete annihilation.
Until we discover the truth: this doomsday is not a natural disaster, but a "page turning" in the universe. The Eyes of Guixu are about to open, and the entire world will be formatted and reset.
My teammates looked at me: "The song is over, how are we going to play this time?"
I hold the sword in my hand that is made from thousands of civilized tombstones.
"It's simple - in the moment when the universe turns a page, we turn ourselves into paper clips nailed to the page."
