[You descended on Xumi, holding a scepter, and called yourself the Emperor of the Desert. ]

[You walked in the desert, and the sand retreated wherever you went. Those tiny humans who suffered from the erosion of the sand and dust knelt down to you and prayed for your protection. ]

[With pity for these powerless mortals, you led them to find an oasis in the desert and reproduce. ]

[One day, a demon who called himself the Son of the Sun descended and fought with you, but was defeated and fled. ]

[You met the Flower God and the Great Kindness Tree King, and signed a contract with them to jointly govern Xumi. From then on, Xumi entered an era of co-governance by three gods. ]

[Your strength conquered the two gods, and you became partners. ]

[The prosperity of Xumi made countless demons covetous, but no one dared to spy on it, until a dark force eroded the desert, and the Red King who was tainted with taboo knowledge was finally swallowed by the taboo. The disaster swept the desert, and you tried your best to kill the taboo completely. ]

[The Great Kindness Tree King told you that she gave birth to your seed. 】

[‘Just call her Buyer’]

Leader of the Earth and Fire, President of the Yanhuang Association, Human Emperor, Perfect Dragon, Desert Emperor—Su Chen looked at the little guy who appeared in front of him and called him ‘father’, and couldn’t help but fall into deep thought.

“So, Nashida is my daughter?”

As an international mercenary, Feng Luo entered a technologically advanced parallel world during a mission.

After living several years in the new world, an online sci-fi game called War became popular across the entire Star Federation.

Desert Eagles, Barrett, AK-47, Apache, RPG… One after another, familiar gears awakened his memories of the past!

Terminator, Zerg, Resident Evil, the Force,… The missions that appeared after a system update made him even more suspicious and shocked! As such, Feng Luo entered War and became a sniper.

In the madness of the fortieth millennium, only war exists in the universe.

But in the deepest part of the subspace, a consciousness originating from humanity's ancient golden age has awakened. It calls itself "Somos," the end of suffering, the eternal stillness.

Now, He whispers into the ears of the most desperate souls, offering a false peace. Neither the empire nor the gods realize that this faint whisper is quietly weaving an ending that will overturn everything.