In front of a big pot, God looked at the pot and decided to add some seasoning. He took some primitiveness from the side, added some fighting, added some genius, added some emperor, and added some unity. Finally, he put a bucket of epilepsy into it. Looking at the freshly cooked Galaxy Dream, God touched his beard with satisfaction.
This is the author's first time writing a novel, so I don't read the comments because I don't want to hurt myself.
Just treat it as a storyteller and listen to it
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
