There is no real world.
The real world only exists in your heart.
Justice and evil are just undefined concepts. As long as you are the king, they are only controlled by you.
The people in the world are you and not you.
There is a shadow of you in everyone, but not everyone is completely you.
The real you only exists in your thoughts. The lines of the background and outline can only be drawn perfectly by you.
The beginning of the story is controlled by me, I am God. The process and ending are just a continuation of history. Your destiny is determined by God, not me.
Until the end, no one knows the answer, including myself.
Who is the mastermind behind the scenes?
Who is the wandering soul in the lonely grave?
The hand of fate drives the roulette wheel of fate, and I can see that I have similar eyebrows and eyes to you when I smile...