This is an era of entertainment to death. Class is determined when everyone is born. They can only go down, not up.
And "Origin" is like a crack - tens of millions of bonuses, global live broadcast, people shouting in the dream weaved by the plutocrats, witnessing one star-making campaign after another.
Zhanyan didn't care about this. She tightened the bandage on her wrist, aiming to earn this year's rent.
Until she saw the decadent uncle squatting in the ruins in the acid rain of the City of Ashes.
Ten years later, that face disappeared from the subway billboard, disappeared from the cover of e-sports magazines, and disappeared from everyone's memory. But Zhanyan remembered that the faded poster was still stuck on the wall of her rental house.
AM-A Cheng, the legendary e-sports player ten years ago and her idol as a girl, is now holding a long curling knife and is being chased and beaten by top players in active service.
Zhanyan sighed.
He counted the ten gold coins left in his pocket and rushed forward with the fire stick in hand.
"I'm sorry, idol, this is driving me away."
Intention: A group of people who have been crushed by the times decide to take back their lives from the hunting ground of capital.