[No system + passion + wonderful later stage + puppet master]
Dolls, this word must be familiar to you.
But have you ever thought that those parents, brothers, sisters, relatives and friends who accompany you day and night are actually just automatic puppets endowed with personality and emotions?
Under their skin are the gears that maintain life, and sometimes you can even vaguely hear the sound of mechanical rotation.
Think about it again, is this world full of deception, and everyone around you is an automatic puppet?
Or are you also a puppet?
This is an era that belongs to the puppet master. Every puppet master has a puppet of his own. They may not have personal emotions, but they are the most trustworthy partners in the puppet master's heart.
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"Brother, your puppet looks good. Where did it come from?"
"Heirloom."
"Ancestral inheritance? Your great-grandfather?"
"No, it's a single biography of the eighth generation!"
Very good, author, come on