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With a body of steel and a mechanical core, he carries the last will of Cthulhu before he sleeps. The stars are misaligned, the plague era, medieval Europe, the mysterious remnants of countless chaotic wars. The traces of mystery have been deliberately erased for hundreds of years, but it cannot erase the desire for mysterious belief among the helpless and desperate people who will always exist in the era. He is not the soul of this world, but he feels the same way as the lower-class civilians here. Hill dwarves, ancient elves, savage orcs, and the indigenous people are fighting among themselves. The Xia Gai Zerg, the deep dive in the blue sea, the succubus of desire, and the fantasy dreamland are waiting for you. The hymn of mankind is the hymn of courage. A righteous heart is not afraid of injustice in the world. Welcome the leader! Praise justice!

"What? The scholars of the Pre-Qin Dynasty are not ordinary people, but the reflection of the souls of practitioners in the upper world in the lower world? Does the contention of a hundred schools of thought still exist in another time and space?" Zhong Ming's eyes widened, and everything in front of him seemed a bit illusory. The stars are changing, and the era of "a hundred schools of thought contending" in the upper world has lasted for nearly ten thousand years and is coming to an end. Confucianism, Taoism, Legalism, Mohism, and military strategists stood out among hundreds of schools of thought and became prominent schools of the day. In an inconspicuous corner of Baijia Academy, a man in aqua blue robes patted Zhong Ming on the shoulder, with a solemn expression: "Junior brother, the important task of revitalizing novelists will fall on your shoulders." Zhong Ming felt a lot of pressure from the bright stars among the hundreds of schools of thought.