(No heroine, no system, no golden fingers, no cool writing, a bit of magical realism, satire on social phenomena, please bring your brains with you, and if you mind, please leave.)
People divide things in this world into two sects, justice and evil. They think that they are the most advanced race in the world, and opposing them is evil. However, there is no such thing as justice and evil. It is just the conflicting interests between various races. Human beings are always afraid that other races will seize their dominance, just like the werewolves brought by the blood rain a hundred years ago. They originally originated from humans, but were expelled by humans. Cursed creatures, they can't help but transform on the night of the full moon.
No one can decide their own origin, and those who come to this cursed group are destined to suffer torture. Yu has grown up, cruel, cold, latent, holding his breath and keeping his voice silent. For someone else? For the wolves?
"I don't want to bear a destiny that doesn't exist. I just want to live for myself."
Now that we have come to this country, the weak will be conquered, and what race are you?
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Looking forward to the arrival of the destined person
Looking forward to the arrival of the destined person