This world is so big that someone dies or is born every moment, so big that only the souls of the dead remember the blood feud.
He was like a piece of paper soaked in ink, but after the dust settled, he stepped into this world of mortals again.
From then on, I chased an illusory memory and past, struggling in the cobwebs of the world.
——It's better to go back.
(I probably need to rewrite this opening chapter.)
Intention: The building is about to collapse and all living beings are in chaos.
Come on↖(^ω^)↗