The Player Who Holds the Piece of Chess

Liu Qing'an, a top second-generation rich man who only wants to live a peaceful life by spreading money and good looks, has recently had a new worry: he is forced to work as a nanny for a group of "problematic geniuses". In the team, there is a thunder king who plays disco accurately in other people's minefields, a narcissist who is better than his own grandmother, a chatty girl who uses "Oi kid" as a greeting, and a metaphysics boy who uses "luck" as his special move. ——Oh, of course there are also honest people who are always cleaning up the mess. I thought I was just playing house with the rookies, until the "chessboard" on the training ground tore apart and swarms of insect-like monsters emerged from reality. Liu Qingan pushed up his silver-framed glasses, golden light flowed in his palms, and his scales were like dragons. "Okay," he sighed, "clear the place first, then calculate the money." But they soon discovered that this chess game had already been laid out: The placement of a piece can determine life or death, and the power of chess can connect two realms. Some people regard the city as their disk and all living beings as their children, hoping to restart the world. And their "unreliable" chess pieces became the only variables that broke the game. "Then let's go to the next big one." The handsome and rich second-generation man takes the lead, with his increasingly reliable teammates and quietly holding hands behind him. "If you win, the world belongs to you. If you lose..." He chuckled, and the golden light suddenly brightened: "——I'm sorry, there is no such thing as losing in my dictionary." Those who hold on to their sons will have no regrets when they lose. Their chess game has just begun——