This huge universe cannot accommodate a single habitable planet. Isn't there anyone who can do something?
"Florian Wade?"
"Yes, some people also call him 'The Executioner'. For people on the verge of despair, this name is the glimmer of light in the darkness. He is hope, a hero, a flickering candle, and a ranger patrolling the sea of stars. But many people forget... He is just an ordinary person, an ordinary person who can no longer become himself."
I have seen endless swarms of insects that swallowed everything.
I have also seen strange branches covered with abundant flowers.
The hunting flying star streaked across this long night and gave me death.
The legions of destruction, with boundless fury, declare war on me.
And I'm still standing here. On the ruins of civilization, survivors rebuild their homes with trembling hands. We have briefly touched upon that ideal future - a tomorrow where life is no longer easily taken away and dignity is preserved.
I have also spread hope and led mankind to fight again.
"I swear!"
"I swear..."
"I will devote my whole life to the greatest cause - fighting to liberate mankind all over the world!"
In the dim world, death and extinction are always the eternal themes, but people are always stubbornly passing on the small hope in this long night until the arrival of dawn.
(The early stage is slow, and the introduction is weak. If you can persist to chapter 50, just persist to chapter 50)
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Isn't this pretty? Seven people urged the update and one commented, why? Why! No one is looking at any of my swords. Why is this?
Isn't this pretty? Seven people urged the update and one commented, why? Why! No one is looking at any of my swords. Why is this?
No one has commented, let me comment, it's okay.
Good looking, author, come on
Really very beautiful