The incomprehensible divine magic is high above, the strange and inconsistent technology is full of doubts, the magic of the ever-changing self has no rules, and the gods have not granted divine magic. The emperor lives in high places and becomes a god on earth.
Glimmers of the old days are scattered throughout the New Territory, and the hidden blade is aimed at the throne of the emperor. Chaotic villains roam the world, but the people do not pray to gods. Faith belongs to the king, and the New Territory is still ruled by humans.
An old friend who accidentally landed on the Death Star regained a glimpse of the reality and illusion of this world. This is her story, an ending that has already begun...
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This is the first time I write about this purely original world view, so please forgive me if it's not good. No CP, from the female protagonist's perspective.
If the author has a glassy heart, please leave silently (don't tell me what articles are written by a glassy heart, I just want to write articles because I'm afraid of being scolded. I can't give up what I like just because I have a glassy heart.)
You are welcome to chat with the author, but not necessarily (no spoilers, because I don't know the future direction, but the ending is determined. If the details are illogical, I will listen to your opinions and change them. Don't expect me to change other places. Thank you)
Purpose: To witness all the legends