I am an entrepreneur, monopolizing the global market with my biotechnology. It's not too much to plan some military bases for your country, right? Is it not too much to ask the eight countries to rebuild the Old Summer Palace? Is it not too much to ask Russia to return some of its territory? ? ?
Come and see brother! Human thoughts gave birth to gods. And when humans start contradicting themselves—fighting for peace, excluding others for self-preservation, lying for the sake of truth—the gods go crazy. Corrupt gods have twisted humans into monsters, and the end of civilization is counting down. Countries have formed special organizations to fight this war without gunpowder in secret. And I am the only one who can see the source of corruption. But I lived in a mental hospital. The medical records read: Severe delusion, accompanied by violent tendencies. My patients called me crazy, and my doctor said there was no cure for me. They don't know that last night I just dismantled a monster that was trying to eat an entire floor with my bare hands. They also didn't know that the patient they treated as a joke was once a member of the gods.
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