"This is a game of wits"
Leaning back inside the makeshift tent, he seemed to be inhabiting two different worlds.
On one side was Anduin, chattering excitedly in a low voice about the future. On the other was Lin An, somewhat hollow-eyed and dazed as he stared through the hole in the tent at the sky.
Under Anduin and the others' tense, curious gazes, they had no idea that Lin An, who appeared to be spacing out in their eyes, was currently contemplating the Destiny of all humanity. He was contemplating the future that the top powerhouses among the countless civilizations in the entire universe had all pondered at some point.
Why? Why was it like this?
"Three-Party Game. It concerns every single person."
Lin An murmured under his breath.
He was clearly sitting inside a crude tent, in a Gathering Place where filthy water flowed everywhere, in the most inconspicuous corner of this planet. Beneath him was a piece of black cloth used as decoration, and scattered abandoned rubble lay by his feet.
Yet at this moment, he seemed to be sitting atop a throne, looking down upon thousands of years of human history from another perspective.
A fragment, a single glance, and what swept past was the suffering and bloodshed of hundreds of millions.
"The rise and fall of human civilizations, the cycles of dynasties, the rise of races, the reproduction of life, from single-celled to multicellular organisms, and then to the diversity and evolution of life..."
"How could these not be reflections of one Doomsday after another?"
"The Doomsday Game merely magnifies the difficulty, pushing every disaster and death to its extreme."
"The rise and fall of human dynasties lasted nearly three hundred years in most cases, China being one example."
"No matter how powerful an empire