Bai Liu
After losing my job, I thought my life had hit rock bottom—until I was dragged into this unstoppable thriller livestream game. While others wailed in despair amid monsters and bloodlust, all I saw were points dancing in the air and vitality with clear price tags attached. They called me an ordinary person who had strayed down the wrong path, a madman willing to blow up the venue just for money. But they didn't understand that in this game of life and death, fear is the cheapest consumable; only extreme composure and precise calculation are the sole bargaining chips leading to victory. I founded the Wandering Circus, bought Mu Ke's soul for two hundred points, won over Mu Sicheng for one hundred points, and even traded a red bean pastry worth three yuan and thirty cents for Liu Jiayi's loyalty. Under my law of [Trade], as long as both parties agree, nothing is off the negotiating table. Even if one party dies, the soul of whoever fails to fulfill the contract remains imprisoned in my old wallet forever. In this world crawling with monsters, heretics, and deranged players, the line between life and death often hinges on a single thought. Countless times, I brushed past the Grim Reaper on exploding last trains and in the uncanny Siren Town. Every narrow escape was never a matter of luck, but a game I had laid out in advance. I excel at exploiting loopholes in rules, discerning the weaknesses of human nature, and turning those seemingly unsolvable dead ends into springboards for lucrative returns. Of course, the most fascinating part of this game is the deity who has kept his eyes on me all along. Xie Ta, Spades, Tawil... whatever his name, he is the most extraordinary variable on this chessboard. He possesses the highest virtues ever praised by mankind, yet lacks a soul of his own. And I, with my desires, faith, and love, purchased his soul, his life, and his love. In this grand game of life and death, we are each other's hunter and prey, and each other's only salvation. When the conspiracies across all timelines were unraveled, and when I finally ascended the throne of the Evil God symbolizing supreme power, I realized this game was never meant to eliminate anyone from the start. It was using victory and laurels to welcome its rightful god. And I, Bai Liu, will use these hands drenched in calculation and blood to reset the timelines, bring an end to this absurd thriller game, and lead my circus toward a future that truly belongs to us—a future blessed with summer.