Cold, arrogant, world-weary, aggressive
Xiao Ting
An Zhu, who was sleeping in the room, was suddenly woken up by a small black ball falling from the sky. Just as he was about to stagger him away, the little black ball said something unexpectedly.
"Stupid humans, the end of the world is coming."
Then he smiled evilly, and An Zhu was even more convinced that there was something wrong with this thing.
Intention: You are my Creator. The only thing I want is you. It was the same a thousand years ago and it will be the same a thousand years later.