I’m Not a Theater God

After a crimson meteor streaked across the sky, human civilization fell into stagnation.

From that day on, people could no longer manufacture a single rocket, a nuclear bomb, an airplane, a car... The civilization pyramid built by modern science collapsed all at once, and the disaster did not stop there.

The gray world descended along with the crimson meteor, like a ghostly reflection behind a mirror, slowly dragging the world of civilization into an abyss of disorder.

In this era, human lives are as small as dust;

In this era, humanity shines like stars.

As the great structure teeters on the brink of collapse, someone sees a performer standing atop the ruins of civilization, his red cape bloodlike, laughing and crying in turn,

The curtain of the era slowly opens behind him, and he spreads his arms, whispering softly to the countless living beings:

"The show... is starting."