A Glimpse of Life in the Market

I was born with the ability to see evil spirits in my left eye, and the destiny in my right eye. There is a silk thread hanging above everyone's head, extending into the void - that is cause and effect, their preset life. I once broke a gray thread, and the next day the owner of the thread went crazy. From then on, I learned to keep my head down and be a good person. Until the head master wanted to accept me as a closed disciple and give me heavenly skills. I raised my head and saw a scarlet silk thread as thick as a python hanging above his head, and his kind smile was like a painted skin. And that red line is slowly spreading towards me. I saw the threads of sentient beings. But I can't see what's at the end of the line. All I knew was that, at the end, something was looking at me. And deep in my right eye, there is a "seed" that does not belong to me - it was the last roar left after the last round of rebels had everything wiped out. When the tombstones in the Ruins Realm are lit up, when the remaining souls of those who ascended through the ages begin to roar—— In this ten-thousand-year chess game, should I cut my own thread and survive, or should I hold on to the main vein and overturn the chessboard altogether? TagFantasy/double-pupil power/resisting immortality/fate backlash/anti-routine/group portrait/foreshadowing flow/slow-burn boutique/emotional resonance