The Investiture of the Gods Game

Wander through the flowers, seeking to forget my sorrow; Rise and brush off my clothes, with food as my only aim. There is no true right or wrong in this virtual world; There is no eternal good or evil in this paradise of the strong. Monsters are my companions, immortals my friends; Kings and nobles tremble, while emperors stand in fear. I wield astonishing arts that can reshape the land; Yet even a divine sword reflecting the sun cannot cut through the confusion of this life. When the gods return to their rightful places, who will sing the enduring song of heroes? Join the discussion group: 6456335328525302 My new book, Cultivating the Gods of Water Margin, is now available. Book number: 1505911. Or click the link below.