My master was like a light and shadow, shining and dazzling. He came to rescue me. He was originally a doctor who repaired cars, but he was more like a god of destruction. He came and went in a hurry, carrying anger and cannonballs, and sank in the bloody wind.
I looked at his back, which was both familiar and unfamiliar. The patient and stubborn master, the arrogant and cold god, was like a nail on the battlefield, looking down upon the hero and seeking defeat alone.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
