In 609, the first year of the Apocalypse, mankind has suffered for more than half a millennium. They were forced to step on the corpses of their own kind, slash through all obstacles in front of them with their swords, and stretch their hands towards the out-of-reach light.
"Out of reach."
"Out of reach..."
"If you can't reach it – give up!!"
Nightmares haunt everyone.
However, after a difficult struggle, successive battles, and at the expense of most people's lives, the crisis was finally completely lifted.
But——
It seems that something, something slightly abnormal but ignored from the beginning, has sprouted. More and more people are realizing that——
—Who am I?
—Why is my past almost identical to his?
—What have I experienced?
—Are there real "people" as we define them in this world?
"You will not touch the light——!!!"
"Never--untouchable!!!"
The sound of destroying the desire to survive sounded, deafening.
Just——
"Existence is reasonable." Some people say, "Man is light, and man is God."
Wanton and evil, possessive, strong and indifferent, pure dog-fighter
1v1, double clean, no Shura field, no blood, no prototype of the character. Main plot and auxiliary emotion.
If you are writing for the first time, please do not have too many expectations.
The character has a low moral sense uu.
Intention: Existence is reasonable.