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(The voice came out from the darkness, as slow as an old vine climbing a wall, wrapped in ten thousand years of ashes. Every word seemed to have sunk over the years.) Douluo's soul turned round and round, and I watched it grow from a bare ground to a noisy world. Someone said back then, "When light comes, suffering disappears." I can't remember how many times I saw a person wrapped in holy light, pushing the miserable soul to fill the hole, and saying, "This is fate." (His fingertips seem to touch invisible words, and he sighs) "Holy Ember"? The "holy" is empty, and the "embers" left after being burned can't even warm a shivering child from the cold. I have lived for too long, and I have seen a lot of filth in the light, which is even colder than my secret. (The conversation slows down, as if he is thinking about old things) The "underworld contract" does not deceive the soul, it requires the soul core to exchange for a way to survive, and it requires memory to exchange for the truth, one point for one point - after living for so long, I believe in this reality, which is much more reliable than the "gift". (Referring to "Heng'e", his tone is softer) The truly miserable souls suffer disasters for nothing. The child has lost his home, the mother has lost her child, and I have to overcome this "disaster". Self-inflicted suffering? Poor thing, you can't take the path of a really miserable person. (Reciting "An Du" at the end, the voice drifts softly) I have chosen a good protector, but I don't choose the dark ones. All those who come are suffering souls, and they are all crossing. Sometimes the distinction is so clear, so what? Well! Maybe I'm wrong, but who can watch them wallow in misery? I have already suffered, and I don't want more people to suffer. (A long sigh, as if it is melting into the years) This name is a letter left to the suffering souls... Alas, after thousands of years, the souls who understand will come, and those who don't understand... It's nothing...