On the day when Ashes became a world, the whole temple was waiting for a meritorious orphan to awaken to the higher world.
The result list fell down:
gray level
micro slough
Starting species, slime
Everyone laughed at him for wasting the glory his parents had paid for with their lives.
No one knew that the sixteen-year-old boy really didn't survive that night.
What woke up the next day was Chen Bozhou, who had died from starting a business at the age of thirty-two.
He turned to an unsent message in his original draft box:
If gray level can also become a god, why didn't anyone tell me?
From that moment on, he no longer lived only for himself.
Others draw dragons, raise titans, and build a kingdom of gods.
He raised slimes from the rotten mud, heard the remains of perished civilizations from the waste cards, and picked up unwanted losers from the battlefield.
His world is so small that the Shenting system only gives gray levels.
But there are slimes there who will mourn their comrades, there are remnants who no longer want to be soldiers, and there are castles that are willing to protect the world without kneeling down to the gods.
This is not a story about a loser who turned around and became a god.
This is the story of a man who came one day late and asked for the name of countless lives who did not wait until tomorrow.
