The Extraordinary Daily Routine of My Youth

The old gods are dead and the new ones are not yet born. In the gap between the apocalypse and the old year, human beings humbly beg for the mercy of the stars. But they don't know that the so-called "gifts" are just candies carefully packaged by the mastermind behind the scenes. I don't need the staff that symbolizes power, nor the sword that represents dignity. Because I am the rule itself. When the world is still trembling for survival, I have arranged the BGM to appear - it is the noise of the wind laughing at fate. "The world is too cold, isn't it?" I raised my glass to the empty throne, but looked at the expressionless girl in the corner. "So, I decided to put a layer of rose-colored rouge on this cruel reality." (Tomato Qingliu, literary youth, rising star)