Era of Holy Fire

This is the prophecy: In 2047, the cosmic predator will arrive. The spirituality of civilization is nothing but their food that accelerates the heat death of the universe. This is destiny: My name is Lin Yuan, a bad guy on the streets and a ghost on the gambling table. Until Master carved a set of universe source codes into my soul - through it, I saw the stars collapsing, and the only variable was the three thousand fallen angels hidden in the fireworks of the world. This is the puzzle: Fifty thousand years ago, the gods entered reincarnation. Today, they are butchers, drivers, and programmers, waiting in the mud for a wake-up thunder. This Is War: Gods Lost can't save Star Wars, but I can. My fleet is not only capable of destroying stars, but also knows how to sow seeds. In this wasteland of the universe, only those who can survive themselves are qualified to bury their enemies. This is the "farming and fighting as one" in the star field - the only way for life to fight against nothingness. This is home: The holy fire has been lit, and three thousand dead people crawled out of the mire and roared. This is a sentence that spans fifty thousand years: "Welcome home." Are you ready to return?