A New Biography of the Doomsday God Table

It's still a failure, it's still the end of the world, and there's still that divine watch that can't be let go! I smell the old smell in my clothes. I often sit on the balcony late at night and look at the ruins on the edge of the city. In the mirror of the bathroom, I discovered that my eyes were actually red and my blood was coagulated, dark and evil, and there was a rotten sound. A loud and sober song echoed. Many familiar figures appeared on the cold window sill. I could not find support, and I could not find a way to rely on. Satan's twisted smile appeared, pushing away all endurance and life. The fragility was once shrouded in the shadow of depression, and I suppressed my eyes with tears and couldn't stop the fluid from pouring out. Because I searched for warmth in my memory, and the joy was gone. It stuck in the blood vessels on the side of my heart and flowed into my lonely soul. When order becomes chaos, chaos must be used to maintain order. ——Tang Cheng This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.