When I Return to the Origin, All Things Can Only Surrender

I woke up in the realm of chaos and stepped into an era full of cutting-edge machinery and powerful talents: I walked through thorns made of gray flesh and blood, and theorems and rules collapsed before my eyes; I embarked on the "road back to my seat", waved my hand, and everything fell into sleep. Finally, I returned to the origin, ignoring the trembling and surrendering sentient beings in the audience, and pointed the sharp edge of war at the ubiquitous "entropy". I knew that this was the ultimate mortal enemy... My name is Mingyang, and this is a story about a person without a past.