At This Moment, Strip Away the World

A lie repeated a thousand times becomes the truth, and I am the only deceiver. This is a wasteland, a place abandoned by gods, a desert of reason. Unspeakable monsters whisper under the neon lights, and the gods of the past awaken in the abyss. The science and logic that mankind is proud of collapsed like sand in the face of weirdness. In order to fight against these things, humans built high walls, set up night watchmen, and exchanged blood for survival. Until that day, the night watchman picked up a "monster" from the No. 13 Mental Hospital. He has no powers, no system, just an absolutely crazy brain. He pointed at the arrogant ancient god and said, "You are a piece of carrion." Then, the ancient god festered. He pointed at the gods and Buddhas in the sky and said, "You don't exist." Then Ragnarok came. Su Ming pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, stood on the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, and took an elegant bow: "Please remember, this is not a miracle." "This is just a... Wonderful psychological game." There is no savior here, just a madman who wants to use the world as a stage.