Rebirth and the flood world, become one of them.

From the very beginning, I wanted to rely on my own prophetic awareness all the way.

Later, I slowly found that this flooded world was far from as simple as I thought.

Did Pangu really fall? Why did the three thousand gods and demons stop Pangu from opening the sky?

Zhou Jun: "No matter what plans or plots you have, I will break them for you."

"I need my place on this table!"

Di Kun "Pursue the road ahead and get transcend. I'm not a pawn, I'm a chess player."

Hongjun: "Who is blocking my way behind me? How can this make me a Taoist ancestor!"

In Tokyo in 1996, the pain after the bubble burst swept across Japan. As soon as Makoto Miyamoto opened his eyes, he was caught in a dead end - his parents died, creditors blocked the door, and his only sister wanted to drop out of school and sell herself to pay off the debt! And he, a poor high school student who had just traveled through time, was thinking about life in front of the wilted tofu in the refrigerator. Until a strange subtitle suddenly appeared in front of him: [Bowling skills +3, physical foundation +1] It turns out that you can become stronger just by exercising? ! Everyone was in danger during the bubble era, but Makoto Miyamoto wanted to find a completely different path. But wait... Why after strengthening his physical foundation, he could smell the smell of soap on others from ten meters away? Makoto Miyamoto suddenly thought of something. So this physical foundation strengthening, can it still be used in this kind of place? !

He accidentally entered the Red Mansion and became Jia Cong, a bastard of the Rong State.

In the chaotic time and space, history walked into a confusing branch.

Countless heroes and heroes who made their mark in the history books were lost in the dust of time.

New mountains and rivers were created, and the roads were rising, washing away the old chapters.

What kind of golden and jade fate are they, and who is the lover, they are all just for the strong love of wind and moon.

The delicate face is reflected in the diamond-shaped mirror, and the cold light of the sword shines across the nine provinces .

When the mountains and rivers are scattered and the snow is gone, he stands on the lonely mountain and becomes a hero for the rest of his life.

These are the events before and after my death.

Who can record them and write a strange story?