His spiritual consciousness is slowly gathering, and gradually, he can vaguely feel the outside world. The senses of hearing, touch, and smell were restored one after another, and the tide-like fatigue and numbness that had long gone away came over me, almost overwhelming me. All the fragments of memories that had been eaten away were scattered in confusion, and were picked up one by one, pieced together into a flash of gloom and desolation. I don't want to come back, and I am bound by something, unable to let go. The body that seemed to have been shattered and the soul that had long since ceased to exist was reshaped in this severe pain...
Resurrection, reversal of the verdict, happiness... The time that goes on is actually just for perfection...
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