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Savior, Destroyer, Son of God... These halos were placed on Mira's head one after another, but he was not interested in these clouds at all. He only hoped to live an ordinary life with the person he loved. Neon lights, bionic people, brain replacement surgery, electronic souls, judges, mechas, in vivo experiments, giant tall buildings piercing the clouds, the smog that never dissipates... These bloody realities pushed his destiny forward bit by bit. "No one can stop the wheel of history from turning by itself. You are just a mantis trying to control the wheel of history -" "Come, fight for yourself! Come, come, to the throne!" She shouted loudly from the other side of the world. It was a cold, lonely, and only throne.