As a profound insomniac who has been troubled by nightmares all year round, Cecil has always been at risk of sudden death during his eighteen years of life. At a young age, he looked like a haggard, sickly beauty (?).
Perhaps even God couldn't bear to see his miserable condition, and a thunder in the day knocked him to another world, the kind without a return ticket. (Cecile:??? Have you asked me my wishes!?)
Falares, the realm outside the realm, is home to giant dragons soaring in the sky, elves jumping and raising bows in the emerald forest, dwarves hiding in deep caves... And even gods perched high above the nine-layered temple looking down from the top.
High-ranking gods, low-ranking gods, subordinate gods... In this mysterious and unpredictable world, flowers are blooming, and those who are favored by the gods can be superior to all living beings. The gods here weave destiny in the name of favor, and the favor of the goddess of medicine makes him a target of public criticism.
Cecil said: Atheists, don't bother.
"Atheist? But your soul has already been marked by Him."
There are whispers from the darkness, and the dark tide surges under the shadows. It invades every inch of Cecil's dream more greedily than a nightmare.
Between the rotations of dreams, as a traveler who has been on the road for a long time, you will eventually spy on the truth that belongs to you in the lies of time and space. The abyss has been watching the prisoner of fate long before the beginning.
In any case, Cecil, who volunteered (bei) to come to a different world (and did not get rid of the nightmare at all, but the symptoms became more severe jpg.), Started his own (da) (qi) magnificent (da) adventure career.
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Yin/wet/male/ghost/pleasure/pleasure × optimistic and sober occasionally crazy/critical
PS: I beg you, readers, to be gentle on this newbie's work. Of course, readers are also welcome to point out various shortcomings in the article. (The humble author asks for advice online jpg.)
Motto: Destiny is in your own hands