A god sat alone in the dark, but his thoughts drifted far from divinity, back to a snowy night in the world of men.0

Back when he had rushed about, tangled in struggles that, looking back now, were no more than the buzzing of ants.0

Back then, there were barely a few days each month when he could make it home, to be with Sheng’er and Ping’an, who were still learning to walk…to spend time with Yan Yu and Xue Ning, still busy running their tavern and teahouse.0

If given the chance to do it all over again, he probably wouldn’t have done anything differently. The times had left him no choice.0

But truthfully, what he loved most…wasn’t it exactly those fleeting, ordinary days?0

If…if everything truly does fall apart, if we reach the worst possible outcome…0

A sharp pain cut through the god’s heart like a blade. But he quickly tilted his head back and breathed in—whether it was selfish or cruel no longer mattered.0

Without bonds, everything becomes meaningless dust. Then so be it. Let’s pretend to be a mortal again, and start over.2

Half-drenched in worldly dust, still chasing the mysteries of transcendence, the god...0