"After completing this final ritual, my prosperity will last forever, and your friends will also be protected by my glory."
I stood on top of my countless tombs and asked: "Under your throne are all bones, and on your scepter is stained with blood. How many people are you going to crush to honor your 'prosperity'?"
"You have no choice." A voice echoing mine echoed loudly.
"Then I invite you," I raised the dagger, "to fall into hell with me."
"Before the end of the world, I, Wei Yuanyin, should be the only one missing."
[No cp, this article does not involve love, please give up cp, people basically don't live long, it would be too miserable to eat unnecessary knives_(:з∠)_]
[Extremely slow heat, the protagonist needs time to grow up]
Purpose: Find the path to self-calm
