(Will be overhauled)
In the interstellar year of 536, the science and technology of the Federation has developed to unprecedented heights. High-tech products such as mechas, starships, and artificial intelligence are emerging one after another. People are indifferent and numb. Nowadays, with bionic people, artificial people, and various ethnic groups everywhere, life has long become the most worthless thing.
Chaos, strife. Each ethnic group regards itself as their own, trying to eliminate all enemies of different races and unify the interstellar world.
In an era of cutting-edge technology, gods gradually disappear from people's sight as time changes. When reading about the history of belief in gods, almost everyone will laugh at or even doubt the authenticity of this history.
[The flesh and blood are bitter and weak, the machine soars]
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He awakened from the deepest nebula, a space where there is no distinction between day and night.
The starry sky is His eyes, the universe is His skirt, He has a beauty that no race can look directly at, and when He wakes up, the whole world will tremble at the return of his mother.
My mother... My god...
[Your children will celebrate your return with millions of living beings.
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Demining: It looks very cool, but it is actually a story about a mother who has been sleeping for a long time, educating her grown-up cubs who are running wild and dragging them back to the right track. (PS: The heroine is the supreme one. She is not a good person. She can educate the children, but she is probably a kind of education like fried meat with bamboo shoots. She does whatever she wants. She likes to see the Zaizai being embarrassed and having fun.)
Intention: Mother's love is like a landslide
