The sky was extinguished that afternoon, and I couldn't catch anyone in the typhoon and black fog. They said the end was coming and started pushing and shoving.
They opened the door to Black Mist, and many people went in but few came out.
The only thing that rivals humans is the bipedal beast that walks upright, and humans themselves.
The past and present are intertwined, I hide in a black hole and groping for myself at night. I am Xi Yun, born in the 21st century. I am seventeen years old this year. I am a middle school student... I am Cen Jinan. It is 2638 now. I am seventeen years old. I am a member of Division A of the Seventh Detachment of the International Mist-cutting Guard...
Purpose: Where the responsibility lies, the mission must be achieved