The indescribable existence took a nap, stretched out its tentacles in the fog and collided with the world. There was a child reborn out of pain and hatred, and they had a future together.
"Hello, I am from Earth No. 51, I am..." The young man raised his head and smiled warmly.
"Jason Todd."
My son.
The sad Bat wakes up from nightmares time and time again. He never stops calling for his child. The black mist and mud wrap around him, constantly distorting his cognition. Maybe he will eventually go crazy in his mind.
The lost child only hears confused murmurs in his ears. He comes to one world after another without remembering where his home is.
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What is it like to lose your memory and come to a strange world?
He will not tell others about his origins until he finds his real name.
Because the name is identity, the support of the soul, and the love of family members.
The old 51 world was transformed by my magic. The main bat, the main family, Microxulu, and OOC belong to me.
Minecraft (unfinished)
Grand Theft Auto (Unfinished)
Arkham Knight (unfinished)
…Let's talk about it after writing the follow-up
Purpose: Live a good life no matter where you are.
MC! ! ! Wow