The World Calls Me the Formless God

“Beneath the towering flames, witness a pair whose love stands firm.”

“Beneath the injustice of the night, pull off a breathtaking magic trick.”

“Beneath absolute order, learn what it means to uphold the law.”

“Beneath the cries of thousands, meet again a doctor who risks his life.”

“Beneath the Sea of Forgetfulness, meet once more a gentle, silent writer.”

“Amid the sudden eruption of chaos, weep through a true farewell.”

“Beneath a sky filled with crows, see anew what it means to be another version of oneself.”

“Beneath a world soaked in ink, reconcile two writers who were once enemies.”

P.S. How can the Ink King’s younger brother, the Night King’s closest friend, the destroyer of Yeshucheng, Xi’s host, Wangchuan’s younger brother, and the Electronic Emperor’s Little White all be the same person?

(If anything doesn’t make sense at first, it’ll all come together later.)

“Xiaobai, either Utopia belongs to everyone, or it can only exist in the imagination.”

No one knows where entropy came from.

All we know is this:

Technology is slowly turning into ruins, and rules are gradually ceasing to exist.

All that remains is chaos, endlessly renewing itself.

And the Xiang are born to protect.

“We are guardians. We are pioneers.”

“We are the last sparks. We are the everlasting beacon.”

“Xiang, fear nothing!”

The age is always ready to tell of the fleeting splendor of annihilation.

But humanity

will never yield!

On a wall built from countless bones,

a young man stands with his blade in hand. He has no face, no features, yet seems to embody every face of humankind.

That day, everyone remembered the name:

[Faceless]