Final Samsara （Part One）

The day I caught that strange coin on the subway platform marked the start of the final countdown for humanity: 365 days. Mercy has no place here at the end. This is a life-or-death gamble paid for in blood. While other players awakened to command the elements or fold space-time, my "Final Hour Sight" only showed me the ticking crimson numbers above every head – a countdown to death, and the measure of our worth. This isn't a forge for gods; it's a butcher shop for deities. Only when the great bronze bell in the highest temple struck twelve did I understand the true rule of this ten-thousand-year game: The last one standing gets to extinguish the final light of the cosmos.