The Unsulliedrestart of the Story

When he opened his eyes, he was already in this new world. At night when the stars were extinguished, he held the sword that shouldn't exist. Twelve golden bottles, the big meteorite incident, and the birth of Planet Y... What do they want? I am not trying to save the world, but I am asking: "If fate is false, then what is the meaning of my existence? Why do people exist?" No one told me the answers to these stories. My face was reflected in the broken mirror. It was a pair of scarlet pupils exactly like mine, staring at it through the mirror. "Okay, since you all want to kill me, how about... Let me act in a play?" "The content of this scene is very simple. I want to become a god!" "I don't care what's behind the game, I only want to know one thing, what am I living for?" "Okay, then let's restart the story again..." He picked up the king that fell on the ground and put it on the chessboard again, and many figures seemed to appear on the opposite side, staring directly at him with scarlet eyes. "Stop looking, it's your turn..."