She comes from the end of darkness.
She is the embodiment of fear and the representative of death.
She is an existence that cannot be explained by common sense. She was born with human civilization, fell asleep in the long wild night, and woke up in the bright neon light.
Many years later, facing the ancient demonic god hanging over the heads of all new humans, McCammon Eleven will recall the late night when she stepped ashore for the first time and tripped over her own legs, rolling around on the deck with a groan.
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The human age is ten years.
Lu Feichen said to his adoptive mother seriously with a round face, "Did you hear it? The sound of omens."
The adoptive mother swung the huge iron spoon: "I don't know what the sound is like, Zheng Zhao, but I have heard the sound of the spoon hitting my head too many times. Do you want to hear it too?"
The human age is twenty.
Believers danced in ecstasy on the distant altar: "We pray, we dedicate everything, just to welcome the arrival of the old god of death today. Please bring a merciful death to the cold world, and please lead us into a new paradise! Please have mercy! Please have mercy!"
Lu Feichen was perched on top of the abandoned giant robot, licking his tentacles. There was a cat next to him that was licking its hind legs in the same way.
"Uh-huh, Yan Xian." Lu Feichen patted the cat's head, "You are not allowed to lick it. Those who have hair to lick will not be favored by the old god of death!"
Cyberpunk background, all members are sick and happy sketch.
A tentacle-type old god heroine (but a neurotic octopus, cow and cat) x a human elite male protagonist (but he helps bring food without calling him daddy).
Purpose: A happy life must be created with your own hands (or many hands).
