I died the first year the game came to fruition.
That evening, gray fog engulfed Guzhou Fortress. I half-knelt in front of the boundary monument carved by myself, the sword on my chest still filled with body heat.
I have personally led the five people standing in front of me. The leader held the staff and smiled gently: "Brother Lan, hand over the things and I'll give you a treat."
When he opened his eyes again, there was a countdown to the release of "Age of Oracles" on the screen - there were still five full years until it swallowed reality.
This time, the only hidden profession in the server [Time Trace Observer] is in the palm of my hand, and the five-year prophet script is also in my palm.
I know which tower holds a fragment of the godhead, which wilderness will be riddled with a strange wave of world-destroying monsters in three months, and which piece of scrap metal that no one wants will fetch a sky-high price in a year.
I know better - which five people will hand me the knife on which day and from which direction.
So in this life, I am not in a hurry.
I remember the names clearly; I calculate the accounts one by one.
Game genius Ye Lan is back.
This time, I will set the rules.
