Gray mist surged from the depths of the sky, and the uncanny invaded the human world.
The rules were rewritten, ghost stories became reality, cities turned into dead zones, and civilization collapsed overnight.
In their desperation, people awakened supernatural abilities. They believed themselves heroes taking up swords to fight back, the last flame in the darkness.
But what they didn't know was that, from beginning to end, they were nothing but puppets on strings in the hands of the gods.
The invisible strings were divine seeds that saved lives in desperate moments, awakenings arranged in advance, and destinies already written. The gods looked down from the clouds and tugged their strings. Some went to their deaths, some went mad, and some became someone else right before everyone's eyes.
The rebellion they believed in was a script written by the gods.
The power they gained was a shackle handed to them by the gods.
Puppets have no right to speak of destiny.
Unless, one day, they cut the string themselves.
The master's identity will be revealed gradually.
This is a novel without a female lead, with minimal romance, and the protagonist's forbidden realm won't appear in the early stages.
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As a new author, I will strive to continue writing until the end.