He died in the third thousand years since I died in battle in Jerusalem.
I watched him die, and watched the most glorious soul in the world dissipate under the sky created by God, and from then on merged with this world that no longer needs God.
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The short story has been completed√
The main text is personal, and the second episode has a small amount of CP color.
Warning:
Text first person passerby perspective
Nonsense the whole time
Do whatever it takes to complete the plot
PS:
It has nothing to do with religion or politics [Key Points]
I write whatever I want and you can read it as you please.
Because the chapters are divided into pieces, it looks like there are so many chapters but actually they are not (choked)
Intention: to live