Ye Jiuyuan · Conversa

The city's massive Black Tower stands silently. Billions of dimensional tides sweep across Blue Star. The life-and-death data, clear records, death remnants, and desperate struggles of countless players flow silently like the merest dust through the vast vision of the Black Tower's Will. All living beings are merely chess pieces operating according to routine on the board. Mediocre, orderly, and abiding by rules, they struggle to survive and cling to life within the established dungeon rules. The life paths of countless people are identical, never having shaken the order of this high-dimensional Black Tower even by a fraction. Until this moment. An insignificant string of human data suddenly strays from all established trajectories. Cold, indifferent, and looking down upon the life and death of thousands of dimensions, the supreme Will of the Black Tower stops its endless rule deduction for the very first time. In the depths of the endlessly dark tower core, an ancient, dormant consciousness slowly lowers its gaze. Amid the vast, even stream of data from billions of players—hitherto devoid of ripples—that single name stands out: abrupt, sharp, and extraordinarily clear. Anomaly detected. Unknown variable locked. The black mist enveloping the entire city suddenly freezes. All players waiting to enter dungeons, all those lingering on the outer perimeter of the Black Tower, remain entirely unaware, still living under the established rules of weekly mandatory clears on the thin line between life and death. No one knows. The cold, ruthless Will of the Black Tower—which controls the fate of all humanity and has never bestowed its gaze upon any single individual—has stripped away all redundant data. Across layers of dimensional barriers, beyond countless cycles of life and death, it places its sole, supreme gaze firmly upon a single human. From this moment on. You are no longer just another mediocre player among thousands. You are the only variable ever born among the Black Tower's countless immutable rules. The Black Tower is silent; all sound fades. The high tower lowers its gaze—solely for one person.