The Crematorium of Self-Sacrifice

Introduction I hope that when every self-sacrificial force is gone and then opens its eyes, it will see indescribable books on the floor, scattered corpses, and bewildered best friends. The author is a product of insanity. Maybe next time he drinks too much, he will produce a short article from the perspective of the character. In the end, is this really a novel? Intention: Don't leave easily