The World Is a Board and Everything Is a Chess Piece

The gods sit on top of the clouds, focusing on the fate of all realms. The third person watching the chess game did not look at the chessboard. He just looked into the void and let out a helpless sigh that penetrated the ages: "How long has this game of chess been played? Isn't it over yet?" The spherical restraint is rusty. Every move on the chessboard is a deprivation of luck from the lower realm. The gods looked indifferent, and what they moved with their fingertips was not only the chess pieces, but also the lifeblood of all living beings. And to their ears, the wail of the struggling beings that came from the fish tank barrier was just an acceptable accompaniment to the long and boring chess game. Countless pioneers tried to repair this mess, and humans, monsters, and unyielding gods... All fell on the road to justice. Their will was not extinguished and turned into firewood, which was handed over to the hands of the last person. Gu Wei'an grew from a boy in a greenhouse to a young man holding a sword. He has seen his best friends wither and take up the torch of his companions. He had no bold words, he just held the rusty sword tightly, stepped on the bones of his predecessors, and climbed to the top. He wasn't doing it for anger or proof. He looked at the gods lost in the "music" and at the sea of ​​suffering below, with only heavy pity in his eyes. He melted into the cracks and used his body as a wedge. "Everyone, let's see what justice is." From then on, at the place of collapse, a heart named "Gu Wei'an", carrying the hope of all souls, beat.