When he opened his eyes, he was still alive in Origin Castle.
A casual yet majestic voice came from the gray mist above.
"Welcome, new member, which card do you want to draw?"
Then, I was horrified to find that my right hand was being manipulated like a puppet, touching my chin, and a hoarse laugh burst out of my throat:
"The world."
"I choose the card of the world..."
Well, I still couldn't hide it.
Dressed as a marionette with extremely low autonomy, Gray Fog said that he was the owner of this marionette and asked me who I was. Was it the marionette that gave birth to self-awareness?
How should I answer?
Urgent!
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Intention: Don't believe in the past and don't be afraid of the future
