Words are like silk, weaving the warp and weft of stories; stories are like rivers, settling the pebbles of knowledge; knowledge is like fire, forging the stars of wisdom; and in the folds of time, the ancient light of civilization shines forth.

The eternal night is coming, and the killing field is coming.

Gods have fallen, and hundreds of demons are walking at night.

You can stand in front of the stage and announce the arrival of the wave of the times to the world, or you can hide in the darkness and watch others struggle for survival.

Free your mind and embrace your destiny. This is an absolutely real game. Here is the killing field of the earth.

If, starting today, the Earth you know has become something else entirely, with sandstorms, dust storms, and all sorts of alien creatures destroying all order and laws, how would you survive?

The apocalypse I'm experiencing might just be your future...

A game from a higher-dimensional civilization.

Does it bring hope to mankind, or is it a conspiracy?

Facing a dying civilization.

Help ignite the fire, or watch from the sidelines?

When the right to choose all these things falls into your hands, how will you make your decision?

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Years later, Jiang Heyi recalled the night he logged into "Evidence of the Stars," and couldn't help but ponder a question. He had simply formed a gaming guild, gathered a few friends, and dreamt of happily experiencing a new game in his dreams. Why had the graphics become increasingly outrageous? Clearing new dungeons, luring NPCs back home, becoming the winner in life, and then reincarnating into another world to save another? He wasn't being modest. How did a mere gamer become the founder of a T0 guild?