I am an apocalypse survivor. The kind of person who is betrayed and killed by a friend or neighbor. Fortunately, I was reborn. Goddess Manli, I am devoted to you, but you actually unite with outsiders to kill me. I think of the disdainful smile on the corner of the goddess's mouth, and the bright broadsword slashing at me. I feel heartbroken. It's not that I still can't bear to leave her. Instead, he felt dirty, even if he was touched by her.
