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There is no passion and no blood. This is just the autobiography of an ordinary boy, nothing more.

(original world) The broken heavens groaned feebly, and desperate sentient beings pinned their hopes on the arrival of the legendary savior. The young man who bears the weight of destiny appears on this infinite stage like a bright morning star. Can he save the world? The cruel doomsday follows like a shadow, the vast universe is shattered, and the dilapidated heaven is swaying in the wind. Everything will eventually come to an end with the rolling torrent of the world. High in the sky, who is whispering in those vague whispers? In the silent abyss, there are whispers, and whose sleep talk is echoing? At that final moment, what awaits is the rebirth of light or endless destruction?