The Whole World Is Acting, Only I Saw the Script

Story type: [Book tags: Eastern fantasy/Imagination setting/Changing fate against the will of heaven/Wits/Decisive killing/The only player] This is a world without surprises. The rise of geniuses, the fall of heroes; the rise of dynasties, the collapse of empires; encounters, partings, love and hate... Everything has already been written into chapters. Destiny is like a puppet on a string, and all living beings are actors in the play. On the established track, a grand drama that never ends is staged. In this era, hard work is the most ridiculous lie; In this era, destiny is the noblest bloodline. When the curtain was about to fall, someone saw a young man who was as small as a speck of dust, standing quietly on the edge of the cliff of fate. He raised his head and looked up at the invisible sky. There was no awe or madness in his eyes. He just stretched out his hand and whispered softly to this manipulated world: "Your script is wonderfully written." "What a pity, from now on..." "It's my turn to write."