Emotion is the currency of the underclass, the fuel of the Sequences, and the only medium through which one can contact the gods.
When civilization fell and the old world collapsed, humanity scavenged the gods' remains from the ruins and pieced together a grotesque cyberpunk wasteland.
In this lawless age, powered by "crystals," overrun by monsters, and ruled by the gifted, every mortal yearns for divine salvation.
Until Yang Mo awakens from his slumber.
He discovers that no vessel remains capable of carrying the glory of bygone days.
The underclass prostrate themselves and hail him as their savior. He refuses, because salvation means becoming entangled in karma.
The people of the Skyward District tremble and revere him as the destroyer. He laughs, because destruction wastes too much strength.
He simply watches coldly as those self-important Sequence wielders struggle and howl within the program of their predetermined fate, until they finally perish.
When boredom occasionally strikes, he reaches out and gives the gears of fate a gentle nudge.
The old gods are dead, and their legends have ended.
But he will bring the old gods' tidal wave with him and wash away this twisted history.
I will rewrite this world.
Welcome to my game.
