(Partial group portrait + no routine, no brains, no system, unhappy article, dystopian and anti-war, so please proceed with caution)
(Emphasis added: The gods and monsters involved in this story are products of an imaginary world view, and any similarities are purely coincidental)
The world is suffering from a terminal disease called "peace".
The pain is eliminated, the differences are smoothed out, and the three realms enter a peaceful tomb amidst the sweet poison.
We are the scavengers walking among us, ordered to eradicate all "disharmonious" notes——
We believed this was justice.
Until I discovered that the order I maintained was the shackles that imprisoned everything; the faith I was loyal to was the fog that concealed the truth.
If peace is a slow death sentence, then my friend, welcome to the real hell.
Choose your existence: die as a docile part, or be reborn as a sane heretic?
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