Internally: I don't know. I don't know. I grew up picking up garbage.
Externally: I, Chaos, the White Night, the End of Process, the father of you all.
Boss: Have you ever heard of the story of the Snail Killer? Give you 100 million, and you will be chased by an immortal snail for the rest of your life. The scary thing is not the snail, but the shadow of death that can never be escaped.
Snail Glue: Give me back my 100 million.
Boss: Do you have any misunderstanding about yourself? In this story, you are the villain Boss, right? !
When the stars fall and eclipses strike,
The white-haired boy stood indifferently among the disintegrating fragments of the world,
What exactly are you,
The salvation of the data world, or the end?
Purpose: I am actually a sweet writer. Take a closer look.