Second Hand Gods

The stars pave the way for the tomb and the remains of the gods. A wave of annihilation spanning epochs is awakening from the placenta of the universe. The fire of hope is not in the Hall of Heroes, nor in the bloodline of gods, but is roughly "stuffed into the chest of a mortal" by despair. He was thrown into the chess game between gods and demons: The majestic heavenly sanctuary can heal wounds, but it cannot fill the abyss in the heart. The ancient secrets that surge with knowledge reveal the truth, and every step of understanding comes with the risk of being destroyed. The unfathomable guide clears away the fog, but the road ahead is full of mystery and betrayal. The cold scythe of watch cuts through the shadows, serving as both a shelter and a hanging blade. The innocent Star Fairy brings comfort, can her song drown out the whispers of the Eclipse? His lost blood relatives are scattered all over the world, which is his only remaining weakness and the last beacon. At the feet of Star Glitter is a desperate road that no mortal can tread: The left hand holds the power to kill gods and demons, and every time he swings it, he is burning his own life candle. His right hand holds the withering starlight of his blood relatives, and its weak warmth resists the severe cold of the universe. Ahead was the final tide that would annihilate all things, and the countdown was already ticking in his bones. Behind him is the heavy legacy of the vanished guardian, and the whispers of the remaining souls are his only two chances to survive. He was not the chosen one, but he became the only kindling. He holds the divine weapon and is also its prisoner. When the tide of annihilation flows over the tombstones of the stars, how does this forcibly conquered mortal body use its bones as a hammer to hit the mouth that sings for the entire era—— The bell of the end?