Loss and gain are contradictory.
Just like the ticking of the hands of a clock, they sat on the battlefield in the stillness of time. As time flows, the enemy a second ago has become a corpse beneath his feet.
Time stopped again, and they stood up and left. When the hands of time started ticking again, only their retreating figures remained except for the corpses on the ground.
"Sure enough, I still can't die?"
The above is pure imagination, truly concise: a time-traveling two-dimensional fanfic. The protagonist suffers from severe mental illness and likes to push himself to death.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
