[Book Description]
The gods descended, and the apocalypse game was broadcast live worldwide. Every country sent its strongest war gods, superhumans, and descendants of ancient bloodlines. China sent only a clown riding a unicycle.
Su Chou had spent eight years as an extra at the provincial theater, only ever acting with his back to the audience. When he took the stage with his face painted and a balloon in his fist, eight billion people around the world burst out laughing: "Has China given up?"
Then, in the ancient Roman Colosseum, a saber-toothed tiger lunged at him. The instant he opened his eyes, a towering phantom rose behind him, and a halberd tore through time and space.
"I am Xiang Yu."
"Thirty years of fame and glory, like dust and dirt; eight thousand miles of road, beneath clouds and moonlight!"
"If only I could build a thousand million mansions!"
One after another, names that should have been lost to history awakened within him.
As everyone laughed at the clown, they had no idea that what slept inside him wasn't just one person, but the accumulated legacy of five thousand years of a nation.
"My name is Su Chou. Su, as in 'awaken,' and Chou, as in 'clown.'"
"When you laugh at me, have you ever thought about this?"
"Behind me stands all of China."
