A sick and self-aware adventurer decides to escape from the Forgotten Land, and a group of people are coming in with the obsession of making their dreams come true. In the front are the cold paranoiacs who long for true love, the gentle hypocrites who are obsessed with being saved, and the optimists who understand desire. Behind them are the twins who are wavering in the escape. Victory belongs to only one person. They have different thoughts. Who becomes the biggest winner?
Being timid, he only dared to look behind the back of the person he liked, and followed him again and again, successfully inspiring his secret admirer's little courage. After witnessing the same unknown secret of that person, an exciting thought was active in his mind. However, the threats from the cold-faced transfer students in the alley, the aggressive neighbors and the temptations of his half-brother left him too busy to take care of himself.
He worked diligently at his station every day, but unexpectedly took a long leave. When the kind-hearted boss knocked on the door, a snake's tail was tightly wrapped around his abdomen, and tentacles invisible to ordinary people were slowly swimming on his limbs. It was pitch black before his eyes, and the hot temperature and cold touch lingered on his waist and neck. His mouth was tightly covered as he struggled. In the living room, there are a series of unanswered calls on the silent mobile phone.
He knew that he had lost his memory again. I heard from my brother that he didn't do well in the fairy world and ran away, and the ridiculous marriage at home was abandoned. Fortunately, his mother and father only wanted him to be safe and be an idle young man in the human world. Now, he was playing with the birds at his friend's house. The man in front of him, dressed in rich clothes, claimed to be a Taoist monk who came to get back together. He took a piece of pastry, responded vaguely, skillfully took out a booklet with his backhand, and asked the man to sign his name in the blank space.
He has become accustomed to society's contempt for betas. He considers himself a transparent person, watching the emotional entanglements around him with cold eyes, and only pursues strength. Seeing an acquaintance standing in front of him, smelling of alcohol and hesitating to speak, this time he punched the opponent on the right side of his face. Looking at his opponent who was struggling during the exercise, he simply put the knife to the opponent's neck. Too often, these alphas and omegas eat enough of his fist before they taste the pain of love.
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Intention: Love is your never-ending echo.