The void is endless, and all races are fighting to cross over.
Every empty island is both a starting point and a prison. A fishing rod, three feet away, is all the survivor's possessions.
Some people have awakened mortal-level talents and are struggling; some people are born with UR-level divine talents, but they don't know what it means.
There is no novice protection period here, only ninety days of solitary development. The rules here are cold and fair - drawings determine the upper limit, fishing determines survival, and talent determines whether you can live like a "human".
Heavy rain, strong winds, extreme cold, exposure to the sun... Bad weather can take away everything from you at any time. If the fishing rod is thrown down, it may be a sweet spring or a monster.
What's even more terrifying is: ninety days later, they met on the empty island. The killings, plunders, alliances, and betrayals among all races have just begun.
No one knows where this world came from, and no one knows what is beyond the ninth level. The only thing that is certain is that everyone is qualified to compete for the only seat to become a god.
And a young human being with a slight social fear who only likes to run his own small world quietly will slowly uncover the truth of this world in this void.
His talent is called "The Truman Show."
Reader comments
Flirting with the female puppet he recruited
The concept is okay, but one point is deducted because some of the AI polishing is useless and the details are too cumbersome.
How should I put it? The feature should be performances, but the box office does not require performances.
Flirting with the female puppet he recruited
The concept is okay, but one point is deducted because some of the AI polishing is useless and the details are too cumbersome.
How should I put it? The feature should be performances, but the box office does not require performances.
So much fun