The sea at night, almost absolute silence.
The sound of the waves crashing endlessly from the depths of the night came, and then disappeared again into the night.
He sat on the cold concrete embankment, facing the endless night, drowning in his cold breath.
For the past few months, he has suffered unspeakably. For the past few weeks, he's lost his mind. And from the past few days, his mind has been focused on a single goal, specific and clear.
He's done planning.
All are ready.
Just waiting for them to bite.
He knew that this plan was far from perfect, even somewhat sloppy. But he also didn't intend to arrange everything meticulously in the first place.
No matter how hard you try, you are still a person, not a god. It was easy to fantasize about becoming a god, but he knew that being a mortal, even the best genius could hardly be perfect.
If it is not divine, how can we calculate the future, which is always changing due to the human heart, due to unexpected actions and random opportunities?