I Went Crazy When I Saw the Countdown to Death.

[Jump in the queue, I like this world view so much, I will write the next book or the next one] After being resurrected from the dead, I lost my memory. On the first day I climbed out of the coffin, I decided to live a good life and start a new life. Then I found out I was murdered. I tilted my head. Since I am dead, let me kill all my enemies and then be a good person. * Corot is a psychic who can see the death consequences of different decisions he makes. He used this power to cause trouble, worked conscientiously to cleanse his hometown of social scum, and became the frightened pure white god of death in the underground world. He is very satisfied with his abilities. Until one day, he saw himself proposing to an indescribable non-human being, the only god of the new humanity, the ruler of the new world, the Lord of all things, and the King of Fruit Cores. Corot, who has become the core of the resistance:? He panicked and urgently reversed an action. And the predictions changed accordingly. ——This time it was the Lord of All Creation who proposed to him. His future self accepted it. Corot:? ? ? The sky, collapse, and earth split! ▊Because I'm not very good at writing copywriting, I selected an excerpt from a young couple: Passing through the rebels' celebration banquet and pushing through the revelers one after another, Corot walked faster and faster, his heart beating loudly, like the first ripe apple in the Garden of Eden, which fell into the grass with a bang under the watchful eyes of Adam and Eve. "You shall not eat from the tree of good and evil, for in the day you eat from it you will surely die," declares the LORD. Eat it, leave the eternal Garden of Eden, and go to the exiled world. Corot saw it. The creator of new humanity, the master of death and rebirth, the Lord of Red, the ultimate goal of Protestantism, and his mortal enemy - Ananke was staring at the window sill of the banquet in the pine forest under the moonlight. Staring at him. ——Maybe love is just an apple that is about to fall. He jumped down from the balcony, and someone opened their hands to him in shock. Together they rolled into the berry bush. Overripe red berries were scattered all over the ground, and when pressed they were covered with red juice. In the swirling darkness of the night, Corot cautiously stretched out his right hand towards him: "Okay, now you should ask me to dance." 1. A pure lover with an external attack 2. An imaginary wasteland world with superpowers, a micro-gram world view, no morality and no laws 3. The protagonist is pure black, with late-stage persecutory paranoia. He looks like a Ga when he opens his eyes. Don't try to find truth, goodness and beauty in him. 4. The author is an omnivorous person. He mainly writes about attack, attack, and suffering, regardless of CP. Control and control do not enter, and he is free to avoid lightning. 5. The world is a rotten apple! Let's dance among the cores! Intention: Never give up on being a good person