[Original Micro Fan]dawn

Freshman "My world view is very strange... I have always believed that the world is not single, but exists in complex arguments, combined with our thoughts, contradictory to each other, but influencing each other. "However, I only came up with such a complicated world to comfort myself. When a person dies, his soul travels through time and space to another space that is the same as this world but different from his own... I hope they can live a happy life in another world... "That's why I call them "multidimensional time and space." In a certain place on a continent in a certain dimension, a war was going on that was engulfed in flames. The sounds of gunshots, cries, shouts, and anger... Intersect to form a symphony that is both miserable and beautiful. One building after another was engulfed in flames and collapsed. Everyone in the city should have fled, and all the buildings were swept away. But on a certain building that was about to be burned by the flames, there was a man with pale hair, a tired look, and a dazed but still eyes full of bloodshot eyes. It was as if an old man who was about to die was still holding a pen tightly in his hand, as if all his strength when he was about to die was used in his grip, slowly creating a world on a piece of paper with his last surviving thoughts. The flames had begun to follow the old man's room. "A peaceful and beautiful world where humans, elves, and animals can all become friends. Talk, play, respect each other. As the old man wrote this, he paused for a while and closed his eyes as if thinking. After a moment he opened his eyes again and continued writing. "At a certain moment during this peaceful day, a person was exercising in the mountains and suddenly felt a power that he had never felt before in his body. It was so pure and powerful. So he continued to feel and master it repeatedly every day, and finally one day he mastered this ability. "He called this ability "power." "He continued to master, and continued to develop and create... Soon after, he made this "power" public to the world, and his name will remain for thousands of years. "Until a hundred years later, this ability has been commonly used by some professional ability users..." Click, click. The gears of time and space are constantly turning. "Abilities are divided into three types: 1 "Control ability" can control anything in nature with its own power. Such as: earth, wind, rock, water, etc. 2 "Special ability" can be converted into thoughts using one's own energy, and requires equal price in exchange. For example: theft. You can steal the opponent's abilities and collect them, and you can use them at any time. This ability is very illusory, so the price for the owner of this ability is: everyone he likes and values ​​​​will suffer bad luck. 3 "Attribute ability" This is the most difficult and rarest of the three abilities. Taking the form of one's own abilities is called attribute ability. "Those who discover this ability also discover that a person can only use one ability. But there is also an advantage. After you have your own abilities, you can automatically remember them and not forget them. As he wrote this, the old man gave a rare smile. But it seemed like it was very hard. ——The purpose of writing these things is because of this. So he used his last strength to write the last few lines. Before the flames could reach him, the old man fell on top of his last work... The flame began to burn the old man's body, gradually spread to the table, and finally burned the paper. The last few lines were displayed on the paper: "Just a hundred years later, when various continents were fighting openly and secretly, a group of thieves appeared in the world that made people afraid of them... "DAWN". This world... Began to be changed by one person... The words at the back were covered by the old man's blood, and the old man's house had turned into dust. However, the world that the old man wrote in the last few minutes before his death was created after the thoughts became concrete due to the connection between the multidimensional worlds... None of us know whether it was the old man who discovered this world in the end or whether he created this world... But we all know—— When this world is discovered or created, it automatically begins its own destiny... Continuously rotating... ======= This complaint is a collaboration between my classmate Xiaohong and I (probably). She thinks of the plot, and I write the text. Updates from time to time, anyway, it will not last more than seven days at a time OVO This is a borrowed character. Why are there clicks but no messages? - Where have all the messages gone?=