This is an imaginary work under the article "When the Mission Object Becomes a Customs Clearance Plug-in". (In order to prevent the recurrence of forgetting to post the imaginary ideas after rushing to publish the article, I specially opened a column for it.) Updated as the occasion arises.
First person perspective.
I was killed in the desert twice, but my life should not be cut off. Under the guidance of the old god, I got a chance to be reborn. I tortured the scumbag, seized the country, raised my reputation, and reached the pinnacle of life!
But what's going on now? Is this dark thing an urn?
Also known as "Auntie's ashes turned into spirit"
Purpose: Without investigation, there is no right to speak.
