We have been told that the starry sky above us is hope, the future.
But lies must come to an end.
When the shackles of the solar system's prison are loosened and the ancient spiritual tide returns like a flood, flooding cities and distorting life, we can glimpse the buried truth among the ruins and fragments of myths:
Human beings are not the primates of all things.
We are the "abandoned people of God", the exiles of the universe, the prisoners who are burdened with original sin and forgotten on the edge of the galaxy.
The technologies we are so proud of are simply parodies of lost myths. The universe we explore is just a carefully designed cage.
Until that day, I woke up from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and the silent power in my blood roared for the first time. I saw the stars falling and heard the ancient call.
The gods regard us as the "remnants of sin and blood" that need to be eliminated urgently, and all races regard our homeland as the "barbaric planetary remains" that can be plundered at will.
Then, as they wish.
I will take up the broken stars for armor, and the cursed sin blood for fire. Behind me are countless compatriots who are imprisoned in shackles; in front of me is the throne of order where the gods have ruled for hundreds of millions of years.
On this road, I don't care about the way back, I just want happiness.
If this starry sky does not allow us to stand,
Then——
Redefine the era with a mortal body!
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