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Cold mechanical gears, anti-heroic self-exile, this is the perfect combination of adrenaline and electrode crystals, this is the collision between the human mechanical body and human nature. Extreme technology represents godlessness, while a hopeless lunatic dances on the edge of destruction, wanting to become a superior false god, while also subconsciously searching for his own journey of redemption.

Simon Darkdome, the last of the dead, sits on the Throne of Bones. The dead prostrate themselves at his feet, and the devil recounted the sins of the dead. The Father and the Son stood on both sides of the throne and shouted loudly, How can you keep nagging in God's ears with such blasphemous tone? How could you remain stubborn before God with such disrespectful behavior? "Judgment!" "Judgment!" The ugly demon holding the torch screamed sharply. Simon looked at the dead man with contempt, "I sentence you to live!" A lich who controls the power of life, just because among the countless creatures in this plane, he wants to die alone! Well, it's Death.