Every book is a world. A normal "book" will continue to grow thicker with historical development and will never stop. But every once in a while, a book suddenly stops—and the world is quietly heading toward destruction.
The Space-Time Management Bureau was born for this purpose.
Pilgrims travel through the dying world, acting out scripts and restoring pages. If the mission fails, restart it. If it cannot restart, you will despair. Once you are in despair, continue on the road. The job is hard enough - until they discover that some of the world's collapse is no accident.
Someone is deliberately sabotaging the plot.
The mission that was supposed to save the world was killed first. Historical nodes that should have evolved naturally have been artificially tampered with beyond recognition. Those time-travelers and reborns who should not appear in this world leaked in from the cracks in time and space like bugs——
Jian Si: So who put the reborn people in?
Meng Huaimian: It doesn't matter who is blocking it, find the person first.
Zhang Zhouji: Find it out and then what?
Meng Huaimian: ... Then... Let's talk.
Bai Qian: Ha.
Ye Chen: Stop arguing, look for me first
The source of the crack points to the same place.
As one world after another collapsed, the six people discovered that all the clues were like a river, slowly converging in the same direction.
The desk of the Director of the Administration.
Bai Qian: So we are investigating the director now?
Meng Huaimian: Don't put it so bluntly.
Ye Chen: Then what are you going to say?
Meng Huaimian: We are helping the director solve problems.
It was a game invisible to mortals. The gods made moves, and the director responded, and the "wrong things" they found were just an overturned corner of the chessboard. After the chess piece overturns the chessboard, can it still escape alive?
"As long as he is alive, it doesn't matter where he goes."
"Your demands are so low."
"If you ask for more, please do it."
In other words - the chess pieces were never qualified to ask this question.
Because the gods don't care.
What they care about is winning or losing, the rules, and the chess game that has been played for who knows how long. As for the chess pieces on the chessboard, those young people who have spent their youth in one world after another, those who grit their teeth and continue to move forward in the despair of restarting——
"Stop being sensational and get to work."
"I'm not sensationalizing, I'm stating the facts."
"You state the facts like you're reciting a eulogy."
"... Then let me change my tone. Do you want to leave?"
"Let's go."
It's just the dust raised when the chess game is settled.
But dust also has its own way of living.
Since you are destined to walk on this endless tour, then keep going.
When the world restarts, it will happen again. If the script is ruined, revise it again. God's move——
"Then flip the chessboard over."
"Can you lift it?"
"You have to try even if you can't lift it."
"Okay, count me in."
"Plus one."
"Plus one."
"... Plus one."
"It's all plus one, let's go."
If you are destined to go on an eternal tour——
Then, it will be an eternal calamity tour.
Concept: A dark epic traveling through thousands of worlds