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When the Kingdom of God is corrupted by authority, when freedom is like a spark that sets off a prairie fire - when humans smash the shackles of the oracle, the cracks in the heavens suddenly burst open. The battle of the gods tore the clouds apart, and the gods shattered like falling meteors. Only one god who abandoned his weapons survived the blood and fire. He witnessed the futility of divine power, repented and hid in the human world, blended the blood of God into the mortal body, and became a remnant scattered in the long river of history. Over the course of thousands of years, these descendants with the glimmer of divinity have never become saviors, but they have always stood up at the hidden reefs of civilization: either as the fire of civilization, igniting reason in ignorance; or as a lonely lamp in the dark night, guarding conscience under tyranny; or like broken stars, smashing the iron curtain of the era with their mortal bodies. The remnants of the Kingdom of God have long since cooled down, but the truth they confirmed with their lives is still burning - when the gods are addicted to the illusion of authority, the awakened humanity is the epic that shines through eternity.