My Group Friend Is Qin Huang Han Wu

I once thought that history was a line of footnotes sealed in old papers, cold and distant. Until that day, in the dormitory at three o'clock in the morning, a question from more than two thousand years ago dragged me into the vortex of time. The [■■■■] on the screen is an unreadable oracle. The eternal emperor in the chat box is a soul struggling with fate. I became the only spectator standing on the bank of the long river of history, but I was forced to dip my hands into the cold torrent. I try to illuminate the gloom of Dune Palace with the glimmer of the future; I tried to use the kindness of mortals to warm the despair on the coal mountain. But I found that every time I plucked the strings of fate, it would lead to deeper echoes and a heavier price. When the dust of history covered my shoulders, I finally understood: They call me a celestial being and a prophet, But I am just a ghost walking in the gap of time and space! He is also the sacrifice chosen by "Destiny"! What I want to save may not be those already destined endings. Instead, we should work with these great souls who shine at the end of time to find a new possibility for our civilization that is not simulated by "destiny". This is a dialogue between a mortal and a five-thousand-year-old epic. Chat Group+Farming+Struggle for Hegemony+Travel