God

Hey, hey, I'm moving home, I really can't stay in the previous place anymore. Thinking about it carefully, I'd better move this one first. It was my pioneering work five years ago when I was in the first year of junior high school (not). The writing style is very childish. It's best to read the first chapter and quit it immediately because it's too early. Although I've been waiting for the second season for too long, it's still unrealistic to change it. Well, maybe I can change it if I move it here, but I won't make a big change, just change the childish and excessive things, etc. ---- Mom, I don't understand this... I really can't understand it Mother, have you always been watching me... Then, why do I have that kind of dull pain? Mother, did you already predict the cause of my death... But I didn't remember your instructions. He looked at his child, and at the end, he let out a long sigh. ---- How could a born god have feelings, let alone this tyrant. Subconsciously, it denies that He has emotions Is there? Maybe there really isn't. No matter how He behaves, His heart is calm and untroubled. Maybe her heart had really moved and she felt alive for the first time, but in the final analysis, what she fell in love with was just another possibility of herself. ---- The world is a chess game, this is "His" game Intention: The world is a stalemate