Three minutes after Lin Yan woke up from the negotiating table, he was inexplicably dragged into the "Abyss Corridor".
They say that this place is the collective grave of thousands of extinct civilizations, and each copy is the last philosophical torture of a civilization before it dies.
Her teammate is a man who cleans knives and a madman who writes formulas on the air.
The system coldly announced the rules: "Keep quiet and survive." When the puppet master grinned from the corner of her mouth to her ears, she was already standing on the edge of the stage and found a way outside the rules.
See, when smart people refuse to shut up according to the script... This game of carefully cultivating the fire of civilization has a new way of playing.
We are not escaping.
We are writing epitaphs for all lost civilizations.
Intention: philosophical speculation