Reborn, I Am Andersen

Boiling ice water, chanted sacrificial words, battle-damaged machinery. The gnawing between the three civilizations ended with the death of the apostle, and also began with the death of the apostle! All this has nothing to do with life or death. After all, what I am thinking about is a broken arm, or the turtle's front right leg. It feels that these sounds should be a bit noisy, but it has no ears; it feels that these humiliations should make its blood boil, but its flesh and blood are being eaten by plankton... It is a great apostle and should not be defeated by these small and humble coalition forces. It wants to get out of here, it still has an arm, it can. Go with the flow and crawl forward. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.