[God-killing fic]+[Concept-level flash kill]+[Harry Potter system]+[Original elements]
What is the world, a sandbox of heaven? He can actually control everything in this world.
Is the world a game for entertainers, a puppet for meddlers, an aquarium for tourists? All this requires our exploration and our deep digging. We will win this game!
Win? That's just the fantasy of us ants. We are not even as good as a cell in their world. We are just a few words in a book, not even two-dimensional. We can't win, absolutely can't win...
The son of the dust is willing to take his own heart, activate the formation of the dust, and go back to the beginning, but the son of the dust will not come back, resurrect, or return to his soul. He touched the lowest bottom line of heaven. Heaven will not be interested in people who touch the bottom line. He was wiped out, but heaven will not erase the things he has done that touch the bottom line, because this way, it will be more interesting.
