Everyone has his own perfect world in his heart, and I have one too. I created her. Because the world is too perfect, there can only be me. If there are others, there will be darkness.
A person is too lonely. So I created a parallel plane where there are humans, beasts, and no gods. If there is a God, then God must be me.
I feel that I am very sinful and have controlled a group of lives to live according to my own requirements. In fact, they have no freedom. So I felt that I needed to atone for my sins, so there were black-haired people like me who were oppressed and enslaved.
Zairan is another me, a god who came as a slave. I gave her the body of a god, but not the power. She is going through the tribulation for me. I cannot enter the world I created, and she takes my place. I know it's unfair to her too, but I'm lonely.
Sometimes I feel that she is me, and her joys and sorrows are all mine. Gradually, I fell in love with her. Yes, I fell in love with another me. So every time I see her about to have happiness, or when he wants to get her, I feel jealous. I don't allow it. In the end she was sad.
I don't know if I did anything wrong, I just do what I think in my heart and don't care about anyone else. Maybe I never felt like I was equal to them. They are all created by me.
Zairan is doomed to be lonely, just like me.
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