When the Demon King separated part of his soul and made it into a soul piece, he never thought that his life would be affected by it.
Merlin, who likes to joke, pushed up his glasses and said: Isn't it interesting to make promising juniors lively?
Salazar Slytherin squatted next to the soul piece with great interest: Why did my lovely descendant give birth to such an upright soul piece?
This is a short story written for myself, stubbornly mixing the first person and the third person, stubbornly mixing the past and the future. The structure may be messy, and it may be full of absurdity, but this is the story I want to write.
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