You Have to Work Hard to Survive in Meteor Street/france

[The full text is saved, and the copy is kept at 20260121] Al's life was completely rewritten when he was three years old. His sister stayed in France, soaked in a potion pot with him, and slept forever. And he was thrown into the Meteor Street of another world, a place where the rules are written in garbage and blood. In order to get his sister back from the "Faun" laboratory and the "Paris Commune", he needs strength. As a result, he became the twelfth spider of the Phantom Troupe - cold, dangerous, and unscrupulous to achieve his goals. His telekinesis ability is called [Dedicated to Ninele]. A thread connects him to the target, at the cost of his memory, senses, and even lifespan. In theory, this line can be connected back to my sister. But the price may be something he can't afford. And Ninele in the jar is having a dream she doesn't want to wake up from. Her special power [Amber between Midnight] freezes time and locks her in eternal childhood. When her brother changed beyond recognition in another world to save her, She just wanted to ask: Am I still me after being saved like this? —— He helped me drag out of the experimental cabin numbered "Black No. 12" And gave me a name and a jar. The jar contained "Nibelungen". I know, that's my kind. But I don't believe in humans, including Verlaine who claimed to have saved me. But he showed me the memories he read with his powers - about a little girl named Ninele and her lost brother. It turns out she was once human. It turns out that she, like me, had been stripped of her name, her past, and the right to choose to wake up. Verlaine said that this was the Paris Commune, a place dedicated to liberating the oppressed. But his companions decided in the smoke-filled room: to seal her away forever and treat me as a "disposable weapon." I could only sit in the dark confinement room and watch the jar of faint blue light. Outside the window was the night of Paris that I saw for the first time, and inside the window was her sleep that would never open her eyes. Verlaine once promised a cup of hot chocolate, the kind of boring agreement humans make. But I know that in this world—— There is only her in the jar, just like me, Neither a human being nor a weapon, just an "existence" that has been abandoned beyond definition. And I will stay until the last moment. Until she wakes up, or until this hypocritical "commune" completely collapses. —————— [Highlight] Ooc apologizes, setting up a mountain privately. Intent: True salvation is not to snatch someone away from one definition and give it another definition; it is to give someone the freedom and power to refuse to be bound by any definition.