Elegy of the Age

When the gods tell you that the only way to save the world is to kill half of all living things with your own hands, Will you take action? Sixteen years ago, an old man who claimed to be a god brought his infant baby to an abandoned sentry tower at the end of the continent. He said to the baby: "You are the container of destiny, the container of the origin of the world, and the last hope of this dying world." Sixteen years later, young Alvin grew up in this isolated sentry tower. He thought life was just endless homework, rough food, and an old man who talked all day long. Until one day, the plague was rampant, food production was decreasing, and the mineral veins were drying up. The world is dying. The old man told him a number: 50%. Either let the world and all living beings be destroyed together, or - clean half of the life on the continent with his own hands, giving the earth some time to breathe. He is not the chosen hero. He is the chosen destroyer. But when everything settled, I realized that the world was not what I imagined.