※On how I traveled through time and was tortured to death※
The protagonist has been a very ordinary person since he was a child! Very ordinary! Very ordinary!
Say important things three times! A person
On the New Year's Eve when I was eight years old, I accidentally walked at the intersection of my house.
Hitting a long-damaged barrier and accidentally crossing it
I didn't expect to travel to a world created with half of my heart and soul.
※Now interviewing the parties※
Who would have thought that there would be a barrier at the door of his house when he was already out for a walk during the Chinese New Year? Now I'm panicking! , There is still a cliff behind this barrier, which makes me even more panicked! I don't even know if I'm going to poop.
※Good guy, I've traveled so far that I don't even know why I'm here※
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When other people travel through time, it's just the system, pretentious, and a slap in the face.
Why should I be played by others when I have nothing?
※Thousands of worlds created at random, but you summoned me here
Is it fate or fate, the fall of a god or the rise of a new god? There is no way of knowing whether the conspiracy is to escape or face it. If I am injured, how should I face it and choose to forget to become a mortal and end this life?
There are thousands of me in this world, but I can't interfere.
Gods cannot have "love", and what kind of fate is behind the lies?
※I am a newbie writing articles. This article is so sweet. You all believe me? It's so sweet~
Purpose: On how I ended up writing bad works under ruthless pressure.