Disaster struck. The world fell, strange beasts ran rampant, and countless races slaughtered humanity. Everyone fought desperately to survive, huddling together as they awaited death. Only Su Shibai was reborn on the first day of the catastrophe, awakening a golden finger that let him stack unlimited time stops.
While others fought monsters to level up, I stacked time-stop duration. While others begged for mercy, I froze time with a thought.
A strange beast lunges at me? Stop time and kill it with ease.
A faction surrounds me? Freeze time, then wipe them all out.
A god bears down on us? Bind the flow of time and force the gods to their knees.
It turns out the apocalypse isn’t a natural disaster. It’s a cyclical farm where higher-dimensional gods raise humanity. The invasion of the myriad races, the twilight of the gods, the changing of eras: all of it is a scheme to harvest the pieces on the board.
All living beings are pieces. I alone control time.
I will not be a piece for the gods, nor fodder for the cycle of reincarnation.
Su Shibai stacks time stop to its limit, defies the myriad races, stands against the gods, and shatters the game of reincarnation.
