The Destiny of the Fantasy World Is Mine

In the valley littered with corpses, the young man lying on the ground had a dead look in his eyes. Only the doubts he had before his death vaguely echoed in the valley: Master, why? … In the originally simple and magnificent sect, there was only deathly silence. The old man in the top position took his last breath and pointed tremblingly at the figure with an unbelievable expression: Why? "Master, you are still so stupid!" … The beautiful woman in a red wedding dress stared blankly at the hand coming out of her chest. She looked at the man with no resentment on her face, but murmured in confusion: "Liar, didn't you promise that you would never lie to me again?" … Thousands of figures were full of resentment and unwillingness, and countless voices intertwined and echoed in the world, asking him: Why? This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.