The devil in the bottle thought in the first century, "Whoever rescues me in this century, I will let him enjoy the glory and wealth for the rest of his life." 100 Years have passed and no one has touched the bottle. At the beginning of the second century, I thought to myself: 'Whoever rescues me in this century, I will repay him heavily and develop underground treasures for him. ' But still no one has come close to the bottle. The third century has begun. Although I am a little impatient in waiting, I still think: 'If anyone saves me in this century, I will deeply bless him and grant his three wishes. ' However, three whole centuries have passed and no one has come to rescue me, which makes me very angry. He swore: 'If anyone comes to rescue me at this time, I will kill him. For the sake of saving me, let him choose a way to die. '
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This is a story about a male protagonist who has gone dark. The first world is a foreshadowing (probably) and the updates are intermittent. I probably write whatever comes to my mind. If not, it won't be updated. Don't have high hopes. The author's writing is not good, and you are welcome to join in (●°u°●)"