The little transparent boy who was typing demos out of boredom suddenly found that he had become a subordinate of the Sultan. What! I have no intention of wearing it at all!
This is the sultan's dynasty, a world where blood and undercurrents continue to pollute everyone.
Nobles are no different from slaves, they are just cards in the game.
Hearing, whatever the Sultan's eyes see, if it does not belong to him, will instantly turn to scorched earth; if what the Sultan's ears hear, if it does not suit his will, will instantly turn to nothing.
Even for such a noble and unparalleled emperor, after tasting all the tastes in the world, life began to feel boring.
It's really annoying, thought the Sultan.
What are you looking for for fun today?
"Your Majesty, there is a stranger outside requesting a game."
The man wearing the black hat was hunched over and his face could not be seen clearly. Only his skinny hands held up a box inlaid with gold and silver religiously.
"My supreme majesty, please draw a card. If you allow it, this game will bring you supreme joy."
The midday sun shone through the glazed tiles on the top of the palace. The Sultan looked at the ministers in the court who seemed obedient, but in fact had ulterior motives, with an unclear look in his eyes.
"Send it up."
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Love, or lust; self-sacrifice, or killing sprees.
The Supreme Sultan invites you to come to this game again.
My dear subject, embrace this madness.
Reading guide:
1. The entire text is empty, please do not bring it in.
2. Second person.
3. I haven't figured out my world view yet.
Intention: Continuous self-improvement