Wanzu Chess Game

All races in Lingzhou have tattoos on their bodies. Patterns are talents, means of survival, and means of eating. Only the human race does not. In the eyes of all races, humans are the animals in the outermost circle - they are fattened and put out of the market. When Shen Yan opened his eyes, he became the bastard of the Shen family in the border town who had just been thrown into a mass grave. No lines, a useless body, two bare feet, not even a pair of shoes. In his last life, he spent his whole life watching people's hearts and setting up traps. Finally, he was stabbed to death in the back by his brother who had been drinking tea for more than ten years. In this life, he has no system, no magical skills, and only a pair of eyes. He could tell at a glance who had a knife in his pocket and who had a ghost in his heart. He never gets upset or curses, he is polite to everyone he meets, and he smiles and passes people the steps. When the opponent walked down the stairs to the end, he realized that it was a dead end - he had to thank him when he turned around: Mr. Shen, you have a kind heart. From the moment the first son fell in a grocery store in the border town, the city manager, the aristocratic sect, the prince of the deep palace, the spiritual saint, the council of all races... All of them who thought they were playing chess sat across from him on the chessboard. Until the talker who had lived for hundreds of years and raised all races as livestock looked at him for the first time across a game of chess. Shen Yan smiled and let go. "I can't calculate the natural disaster." "It's a man-made disaster - forget it."