Catastrophe strikes, the world falls, alien beasts run rampant, and all races are massacred. Everyone was desperately trying to survive, holding together and waiting to die. Only Su Shibai, on the first day of his rebirth and disaster, awakened to the golden finger of infinite superposition.
When others defeat monsters and level up, I stack up the time; when others kneel down and beg for mercy, when I think about it, time stops.
A strange beast in the face? When time stops, kill instantly.
Encirclement and suppression by forces? Stop at the right time and everyone will be cleared.
God's pressure? The years are imprisoned, and the gods kneel down.
It turns out that the end of the world is not a natural disaster, but a reincarnation breeding ground where high-dimensional gods keep humans in captivity; the invasion of all races, the twilight of the gods, and the change of eras are all a scam to harvest chess pieces.
All living beings are chess pieces, only the ego controls time.
I will not be a pawn of the gods, nor the nourishment of reincarnation.
Su Shibai stopped when his stack was full, attacked all races, defeated the gods, and tore apart the reincarnation chess game.
