"The turbid heraldry is faintly revealed, the unruly and arrogant talent, the surge, the denial, the paralysis, the moment, the iron princess who is hindered from sleeping, crawling, the clay doll that keeps mutilating itself, combine, rebound, extend to the ground, know your own powerlessness..."
The young man slowly walked up to the altar made of bones.
A dark coffin was cast on the hexagonal altar, with heads inserted into the strange railings around it.
The gloom is still lingering, the night is still lingering, and police sirens are ringing in the sky in the distance.
The young man lay in the coffin, and the surrounding houses were eerily silent.
The coffin suddenly sank into the altar, extending toward the endless abyss of darkness. Its head rotated, rose, and exploded.
The young man's pure black eyes opened, revealing a smile.
"Finally... Success..."
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
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This book of yours is just a joke, please delete it.