I am the "evil desire" that she chopped off with her own hands, a remnant soul that cannot be seen in the light. She looks down from the top of the clouds, sees me as a stain, and wants to get rid of me? I understand. I crawled in the mud for hundreds of years.
Is she dead? Very good! A former god? It's just the star in my chart that deserves to be picked. Revenge? It's too cheap for her. What I want is the fate she has stepped on, the glory she will not be able to take away even if she dies, all in the palm of my hand, including her skin and bones!
The cold blade touched the side of her neck, and she smiled gently: "If you make the wrong choice again, I will kill you even more cruelly than before."
This is an era of monsters, madmen, and criminals. The protagonist meets, forms alliances with, betrays, and fights with them.
The fairy died, but her ghost possessed the body of her successor and became a fire that burned everything.
Purpose: To explore the extreme resistance of individuals in the face of systemic oppression. The story does not aim to create perfect people, but to question what hypocritical "order" is through a group of twisted monsters.
