Time Is a Disk, and All Living Beings Are Children

Time is a disk, and longitude and latitude are the threads of cause and effect. The player who makes the move has already made the first bloody chess piece in the upper reaches of the long river of time. The gods are above, taking the eternal spring and Autumn period as the situation, and taking the rules of heaven as the scale. The Qing Emperor holds the blue, and the Xuan Shou holds the gold, playing a game of 30,000 Yuan, regarding all living beings as consumable materials, and the heaven and earth as fields that can be harvested. All living beings below are the most confused ones in the market. Talented people died in the long night, and mothers cried in the shadow of the bronze palace; women's Daoji was priced at a price and became a cold resource to maintain the survival of the ethnic group; heroes killed gods and imprisoned themselves, biting and destroying each other with the remnant souls of their old enemies in the eternal furnace, and became the most painful and sophisticated "living chess piece" to maintain the operation of the chess game. Some people want to be chess players. The hourglass of time is about to run out When all established roads lead to destruction and alienation... Who can become the real chess player? The god who harvests everything? A prisoner who has been trapped for eternity? Is it the deceased who clings to the glimmer of light? Time is a disk, and all living beings are sons. In this game, there is no idle chess, no live eyes, only a glimmer of hope, hidden in the "human nature" itself that is not willing to play chess, does not believe in fate, even if it is weak, it will raise its head to ask the sky, and look for the "third possibility" in a desperate situation—— In madness and tenderness. This is a story about God, man, and self, about sacrifice, protection, and change, spanning thousands of years... The ultimate game.