This was a grand chessboard.
It was covered with the black and white pieces of Go, the chariots, horses, and cannons of Chinese Chess, the kings, queens, knights, and bishops of International Chess, and the commanders, company leaders, and battalion commanders of Army Chess.
But this was a world map.
The layout!
With the world as the Go board, and the great nations as the pieces.
What grand ambition!
The one manipulating the pieces was an ordinary person, wearing thick, beer-bottle glasses that couldn't quite hide the delicate features of his face. His jade-like fingers gently pushed away a black knight, and a white bishop immediately occupied the knight's former position. Then, a Chinese Chess cannon suddenly crossed over the bishop, directly striking the opponent's king… "Check."
Forced into a corner by the cannon, with the main dragon broken, the queen eyeing him menacingly, and the general looking on from afar, the opponent's king had nowhere left to go… "Sixteen thousand deductions… is this all I can achieve?" He picked up the thick, dark herbal medicine on the table, which looked like coffee but was a hundred times more bitter, and took a sip. He frowned slightly—"This way, I suppose there won't be any regrets… right? Probably."
He gently took a copy of "The History of Britain" from the nearby bookshelf and used his fingernail to carefully trace and read line after line of English. However, as time passed, life force slowly drained from his body.
Finally, his hand dropped gently, knocking over the thick medicinal liquid, which soaked the pages and the chessboard. Then, the entire room suddenly burst into flames, like brilliant maple leaves.
{It really is, a beautiful flame.} The young man, finally consumed by the flames, lightly traced the English words in "The History of Britain," merely smiling and immersing himself in the beautiful scene, slowly falling silent.
June 6th might have been just an ordinary day for many, but for the entire world, it marked the beginning of change.