He walked around carelessly and saw some people laughing, some crying, some loving, some hating.
His identity was layered one on top of another, some were curious about him, others were wary of him, but in the end he smiled calmly, turned around and left alone.
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The protagonist is a tough guy. The protagonist's personality is not fixed. Not NP.
Occasionally multiple story lines occur together.
The author is a bastard who doesn't have many brain cells or ink but insists on plotting, so let's just enjoy it and don't take it too seriously. This world is unreal, thank you.
If you don't like it, you can click on the red cross in the upper right corner. Please don't ask for ginseng rooster...