That foggy night, high school senior Zhao Kongcheng bumped into something that shouldn't exist in this world.
Someone held a curled-edged knife in front of him, leaving his back to a stranger.
Later he learned that those people were called night watchmen.
There is no establishment, no social security, and no way to make a fortune. The only benefit is that if you die on the job, you will receive a pension - not much, enough to buy groceries for ten years.
From that day on, Zhao Kongcheng embarked on a path of no return.
The Forbidden Ruins is only Grade B, with no divine gift, no system, and no plug-ins.
He relies on a desperate style of play, a hard-spoken promise and an old team badge that has been worn white.
Twenty years later, the gods have called the gate, but hundreds of thousands of civilians have not yet evacuated.
He smoked his last cigarette and stood alone at the entrance of the pass.
"In the territory of Daxia, the gods are prohibited from traveling."
The body of a mortal is comparable to that of a god.
