"Everyone dies, including me."
This prophecy engraved in the fog of history became a curse that Su Zhe must break the moment he traveled through time.
When he woke up, Su Zhe found himself in a collapsed "mysterious" world.
There is no bustling Backlund here, only steel ruins shrouded in black mist;
There is no "Fool" to protect the world here, only the "Tianzun" who is high above the gray fog and is about to be completely revived;
The Tarot Society falls apart, Justice and the Hanged Man are missing, and the world comes to an end in crazy babble.
Fortunately, he was tied to the only "anchor".
In this world where madness spreads, he is the only sane person.
He wants to pick up the fragments of the soul left behind by the "Old Dominator" in the hopeless wasteland.
"Klein, don't sleep. This time, let me be your anchor."
Reader comments
The writing, atmosphere creation, and characterization are all of high quality.
A very good Lord of Mystery fan fiction, good luck to the author
The writing, atmosphere creation, and characterization are all of high quality.
A very good Lord of Mystery fan fiction, good luck to the author