(Simulator + microgram system + doomsday + cool fighting + civilization + overhead)
Hello, my name is Xiaoyang. I seem to be mentally ill.
After all –
What does it mean that I am the chosen one?
What does it mean that nine days will be the end?
What do you mean you are not a system, but you can be? !
Am I too stressed? Even the end of the world has been imagined...
But when the so-called life throne blessed me, the countdown to the end had already begun.
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Secondary version
One after another, the indescribable, indescribable, and indestructible old laws resurrected in the sea of spirituality.
Civilization is their best food
Whether it is the heroes lighting the torch in the darkness or the hysterical beings in despair
Still a sinful person with all desires manifested, a gentle and kind-hearted saint
Everything is just their food
But civilization never gives up
The manifestation of the imperial crown that comes from time and space
I, Xiaoyang, will be the lamplighter of civilization, the guardian of everyone, and the immortal patrolman.
(Introduction is weak, move to the text)
(I didn't stock up on supplies, and I don't know how to get the labels, so I cried. Jpg)
