Fifty Strings

Every fifty years on a bloody full-moon night, the gods will drop "seeds" in the human world. In the chemistry class of Class 7 of Senior High School, the blood seeping from the blackboard tore away the pretense of the world - someone's fingertips ignited fire, someone could command the water to flow, and Lin Yan, who was lying on the table to catch up on his sleep, only caught up to the end of this awakening. He casually made up the "B-grade lucky" power, but he didn't know that every unintentional word he said was a lever to move reality. At the same time, Jiang Xu pushed up his glasses and packaged "deception" into an A-level ability of "concrete knowledge". He has seen the truth about reincarnation in the broken pages of ancient books: the so-called gods are just the winners who were the best at cheating in the last round of the game; the so-called powers are just the authority to rewrite the rules. When the first dungeon unfolded over the classroom, when the wails of the "Standing Ones" came from the void, and when the Order organization approached with the last round of blood and fire—— Fifty strings tremble, but what they play is never a hymn. It is the roar of chess pieces breaking free from the chessboard, it is the game between two souls on the ruins of rules, and it is the question they must answer when the last old god falls: Do you want to be a god of emotions, or a god of order? A chance miracle or an inevitable closed loop? And those names that have disappeared in reincarnation have already written footnotes under the moonlight—— The trembling of each string is tied to an unfinished redemption.