Midwinter Time

Some people have described themselves as gods, others as saviors. But what if you find that the world has nothing to do with you and is a drag on you? Will you still choose to be that saint-like savior? The cold snowfield, the holy desert, the flowers of humanity wither here, and the pure elegance mourns here. And we are destined to meet in this dead silence, not for the beauty and love in the world, but to sow death and disaster. The starry sky is bright, that is the blood-thirsty glory of our generation; The earth trembled, it was the marching footsteps of the legions. Now that I'm here, I have to find something to do, I have to change something, otherwise I'm here in vain! This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.