In 2026, “National Destiny Rifts” appeared around the world. Nations fought for resources and the right to survive within the rifts. If a nation’s Destiny Value reached zero, it would collapse.
China’s Destiny Value ranked third from last from the start. Awakened were scarce, and the country was losing battle after battle.
At a border outpost in the northwest, one temporary worker earned 3,200 yuan a month.
His name was Ling Jun. A discharged reconnaissance soldier, he had no awakening, no fate mark, and no one thought much of him.
The night the beast tide came, he laid out the map he’d spent eight months drawing for the first time.
Thirteen men, none awakened, held Hongshi Gorge against three hundred mutant beasts.
After the battle, he realized that something deep in the rift was watching him: a human-shaped silhouette that could speak inside his mind.
“One hundred and thirty-seven,” it said. “You’re the third one who didn’t retreat.”
After that, a conscription letter from the capital pushed him into the harshest selection process in the National Destiny War Zone: the Nation-Founding Trials.
The pass rate was less than five percent. Anyone who failed would permanently lose the right to awaken.
He entered the capital carrying a bullet casing from sixteen years ago.
Its owner had seen the same thing in 2009. He reported it, then died. No one listened to him.
Now Ling Jun stood in the shadow of the National Destiny War Zone building, carrying his stack of maps.
He had no fate mark. But he knew how to strategize.
In his mind, every battle was already over three moves before it began.
“You’re not the strongest soldier, but you know how to play every move.”
Ten battles of national destiny, from border outposts to the global chessboard.
With an ordinary man’s body, he forged the destiny of a nation.
