In the first year of the Calamity, the Hui Jin civilization uncovered the secret of dimensional ascension. They thought it would be a celebration for their civilization, never imagining that it would attract the attention of higher-dimensional beings and shatter their entire world. The fragments drifted far and wide. Many, their ascension interrupted, were slowly descending from higher dimensions to lower ones.
They discovered Earth.
I still remember that day. I was sitting in a university classroom, deep in thought. Think I was pondering a problem? Heh, don't get the wrong idea. University was already the limit of my abilities. I was just wondering how to cheer up my Wanqing. Ah, I was so foolish back then. I missed her, but could never bring myself to say it. I should have told her how much I missed her more often. That youthful shyness was so useless. As I sat there thinking, cosmic fragments suddenly appeared, and the entire campus lurched to one side. A plot of land slowly emerged out of nowhere on the empty sports field. On one side of it, an invisible portal seemed to open, and monsters poured out, killing everything in their path.
Terrified, I fled with the crowd. An unknown entity had sealed off the campus. I couldn't get out or find out what was happening beyond it. I ran, hid, and broke down. I raged, fought back, and killed. In the end, I gained an ability and fought my way out of the campus. I thought it was over, but never imagined it was only the beginning. The temptations and dangers of illusions, cooperation with unknown entities, the founding of the World Alliance, the threat of the Hui Jin civilization, the sorrowful secrets of the universe. I met comrades who would stand by me for the rest of my life. Together, we studied our powers, stole small worlds to build up our forces, and went everywhere to rescue people. But reality is never a fairy tale, and we suffered devastating losses. I plundered everything to protect our home, yet never truly possessed a thing.
This is humanity's elegy, but also a feast for civilization.
My name is Wang Yanchen. I want to go home.
Let me shamelessly offer my own evaluation of my work. The overall pace is rather slow. The writing style is realistic, depicting what people in a post-apocalyptic world are like based on my limited understanding. The world-building is vast, and the prologue only covers about a tenth of it. This is my first work as a new author, so thank you all for your support. Please refrain from harsh criticism if you don't like it, and I wish you success in finding your next great work.
The main character has a good personality; he's ruthless and doesn't talk much, preferring action to words, and the plot is also good.