Ecological collapse, natural disasters are coming, and it is rumored that only the twelve gods can bring dawn to mankind.
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After entering the extremely cold apocalypse, Yutan was so cold that she couldn't open her eyes. When she was tightening her coat with her hands, she saw a line of italic text suddenly appearing on the back of her left hand:
Twelve Gods 249.
Yutan patted her chest and breathed a long sigh of relief.
"What a risk, it was almost 250."
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"Are you painting? Or... Recreating the murder scene from the previous world?"
Yutan's words made Jing'an look unkind.
"This is... A scene where humans gather to celebrate the coming of life."
"Then your painting skills are really top-notch."
Yutuan swallowed back the words on his tongue and prostituted Jing'an's house for nothing. He had to compliment Jing'an as the landlord.
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"249 Has survived so many apocalypses, isn't this survival rate a bit high? Jing'an, don't you have some selfish motives!"
The man was stopped by his companions, preventing him from actually having any physical conflict with Jing An.
The other candidates for the Twelve Gods who are also dissatisfied with Yutan's survival rate also plan to ask Jing'an to explain why their mortality rate is so high!
"I possess justice that transcends human judgment."
The expressionless Jing'an answered with a voice without any emotion, and by the way, he once again lowered the number of apocalyptic disasters that Yutan had newly loaded.
It's really unfair, it should be simpler.
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Despair in good times, optimist in the end/praise people for not drafting/receiver of straight goals
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Painting is always like a murder scene/self-guide/secretly pampering my wife/duplicity
Purpose: Revere life
