After dying 999 times, I've learned not to take matters into my own hands.
In this life, I hide in the shell of a night clerk in a funeral parlor - the deduction system is restarted, three copper coins are close to me, and I just want to be a quiet shadow.
The live broadcast of the Global National Games battlefield started, and everyone was vying for a spot, but I was the only one who gave up.
Because I have deduced this game a long time ago: who is up and who is down, who lives and who dies, and at what step is Zhi Sui waiting for me - it's all on my board.
The only thing that cannot be calculated is the restricted area: the world line after my own death, which even I cannot touch.
In this life, I won't bear it any more. But for every piece on the chessboard, I have to ask whether I agree with it.
