Infinite Everyday Life Begins with a Galgame

Though this body is not yet consumed, divine will ranges far and wide;

Though this heart is not yet laid waste, I roam without restraint.

In a mechanical world that never rests, day and night bring endless iterations of the Constructed's bodies.

Foolish gods repeatedly fall back toward their own origins.

The Sword's First waits to hone his edge, while transcendence and death arrive together.

The gambler waits to push all his chips in.

Every moment of these endless yesterdays spends a future no one can reach.

Between dawn and dusk, the divine throne sits empty…

The shattered corpse of Buzhou reveals the human heart,

Six solitary suns hang in the sky, all principles compiled,

Remains become fuel. Carry the flame on, inherit the curse,

Spend every last moment and breath, borrow silver to repay the law.

The universe is not dark, but it is still cruel:

Only now,

Qi Huang has yet to arrive, still beyond the bounds of the world.