This is an era where the weak prey on the strong. The greatest tragedy of this era is that the strong will look down upon the world, while the weak will become bones. But the most ridiculous thing is still that this is also the greatest luck of this era. In a chess game with the world at stake, who wins and who loses? Regardless of whether it is voluntary or not, once involved in such a conspiracy, who can escape? Can you escape intact? In the game of turning hands to make clouds and turning hands to make rain, there is nothing that cannot be used. Love is still too light for them. It turns out that there are so many loveless people in this world. There are always people who fail to live up to their youth, there are always people whose obsession is not diminished, there are always people...