Zhou Man had the same dream since childhood. Rain forests, snowfields, space stations... He died over and over again in his dreams, and each time he died, he gained another ability to kill. The voice in the dream has no emotion. Call him "E-07" and give him a score for each death.
He hid his serial number in his sleeve, swallowed his knowledge in his stomach, and followed Lao Zhou for twelve years in the smell of porridge in the slums.
Until the eve of his twelfth birthday——[Brain wave synchronization rate: 97%. Estimated awakening time: within 24 hours.
The Divine Court, which had been destroyed for hundreds of years, was still training him in his dream. Someone was looking for him on the other side of the star sea, but Old Zhou only had one reminder: Come to me when you can't help it.
Weapons only have numbers, and people have names. The vast sea has no limit, but there is a time to return to your heart.
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