In the embers of the Fourth World War, the Blood Moon hung quietly in the sky like a scarlet eye. A new god born out of humanity's collective sin and twisted desires. When its scarlet radiance fell on the earth, the instincts of creatures began to lose control: greed devoured reason, cruelty overtook mercy, and jealousy distorted the face. These amplified desires are no longer just inner undercurrents. They have broken free from the shackles of creatures and turned into entities - "sin beasts" of various shapes, wandering among the ruins. They are the dark side of human sin and the humble servants of the Blood Moon God.
The survivors huddled under the ruins and watched their compatriots transform into zombie monsters. Intertwined with fear and despair, they gave this blood moon a sacred and ironic name: "The God of the New World." It does not grant salvation, it only sows chaos; it does not guide light, it only amplifies darkness. In this darkness ruled by fear and desire, when gods are forged from the fall of human beings, how can you identify your own way back in the cracks of chaos?
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The writing is very good, keep up the good work [Cool] The world is so big, just keep a small paw
Give yourself a little encouragement
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