Human history is like a huge pitch-black gear. It rumbles forward, crushing everyone's destiny. No one can survive alone. And the history of ** is its condensation, condensing all the sharpness and darkness.
In this world, there is never absolute strength.
The same goes for □□.
So D. Spedo, do you really want to end your obsession that has lasted for more than a century with ambition?
I've been watching.
——Master D was selfishly clearing his name. At that time... Miss Elena had not yet appeared~~~~(>_
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