The Empire Reborn

Foreword: In the year 682 of the New Origin Calendar, Ren Zhong entered Xinghuo Town and made close contact with the local wild people. He visited the old woman who sewed clothes, the little brother who was a night watchman, and learned about all aspects of the wild people's lives.

... After the story entered the Empire storyline, casualties started in the hundreds of millions. A single decision could easily cost billions, tens of billions, or even trillions of lives. The story completely detached itself from the joys and sorrows, the triumphs and tribulations of individual humanity.

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It can be followed by homophones; simply using "Resurrecting the Empire" as an idiom on the first floor is acceptable.

I usually give up on books after this point, but this one has such a great opening that I can't help but rant about it. The beginning is really interesting, giving off a sense of alien survival, with various ecosystems and landscapes based on a different underlying logic. The ideas are very imaginative, but everything is logically consistent.

"If I Had the Memories of Every Restart—Yu Jin" Yu Jin, embers. In a burning bonfire, what truly endures is the embers. This was perhaps my mother's wish for me. Not for me to leap over the dragon gate, but only for me to grow up safely. And I did indeed live up to her expectations, spending over a decade in poverty, peace, and mediocrity in Starfire Town.

The author's writing ability is quite strong. For example In Chapter 210, there is a passage that reads: "As if by magic, Ying suddenly produced a perfectly preserved dandelion from her hand and handed it to Ren Zhong, saying, 'President Ren, thank you.'" In a previous storyline, the protagonist saved a little girl from being deceived and assaulted by someone selling fake medicine.

Under the blue sun, a simple dwelling was quickly erected on the indigo grassland. Ren Zhong glanced into the distance; it was a forest. Time is a strange thing. The scene of his disheveled state in that forest and on this grassland when he was first resurrected seemed still vivid in his mind, but it had all passed.

Every time Ren Zhong is about to be resurrected, I feel it's impossible, I always feel I can't do it. But I always feel that this is Ren Zhong, a revolutionary who can persevere to the end no matter what the circumstances, who will never be defeated no matter what the circumstances, and who will never lose the red fire in his heart no matter what.

It's clear that the author wanted to make a breakthrough in this work. But it's also clear that the breakthrough failed. The work is too fixated on nationalism, patriotism, and humanism, resulting in distortion. To write these things well, you have to start with small things, writing about both the greatness and the flaws of humankind.