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星骸觉醒:余烬照彻星河
Little Fat-headed Fish
In Galaxy Era 3721, Lin Jin, an orphan from the abandoned star, awakened the bloodline of the star skeleton royal family when the Zerg massacred the city, and became the only person who could control the forbidden mecha without injury. He is a rebel wanted by the federation, and she is a war general who abides by the rules, a natural enemy who will fight to the death. All the way to chase and escape, in the light of swords and shadows, there is a deep and deep feeling. They are the yin and yang of the Xingkuan bloodline, they are each other's only confidants, and they are the sacrifices destined to be sacrificed. The galactic catastrophe came, and the truth tore away the mask of hypocrisy of the Federation. In order to protect him and guard the galaxy, she jumped into the sealing formation. From then on, he became the eternal night watchman of the Milky Way, guarding the memory for eternity alone. The starry remains are immortal and the embers are everlasting. He exchanged his loneliness for the tranquility of the galaxy, and buried his most ardent love at the end of the universe.
In Galaxy Era 3721, Lin Jin, an orphan from the abandoned star, awakened the bloodline of the star skeleton royal family when the Zerg massacred the city, and became the only person who could control the forbidden mecha without injury. He is a rebel wanted by the federation, and she is a war general who abides by the rules, a natural enemy who will fight to the death. All the way to chase and escape, in the light of swords and shadows, there is a deep and deep feeling. They are the yin and yang of the Xingkuan bloodline, they are each other's only confidants, and they are the sacrifices destined to be sacrificed. The galactic catastrophe came, and the truth tore away the mask of hypocrisy of the Federation. In order to protect him and guard the galaxy, she jumped into the sealing formation. From then on, he became the eternal night watchman of the Milky Way, guarding the memory for eternity alone. The starry remains are immortal and the embers are everlasting. He exchanged his loneliness for the tranquility of the galaxy, and buried his most ardent love at the end of the universe.

Echo Containment
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Little Fat-headed Fish
I woke up in a locked study with a knife in my hand and a female corpse lying next to me. The cell phone displayed: The murderer--Chen Mo. The police knocked on the door and I thought I was dead. But the next second, the corpse got up, destroyed the evidence, and said lightly to the air: "The murderer's personality was successfully activated." Only then did I realize that this was not a murder, but a hunt. I am not a murderer, I am a scavenger. But before I could react, the world collapsed again-- There are no traitors, no missions, and no teammates. We are just food for space. I thought I was consciousness, but found that I was space itself. I thought I was the master of the system, but found out that I was a child who had been dead for thirty years. I thought I could save everyone and return to reality, but I found: Reality has long been extinct in the apocalypse. Containment sites are the last way for humans to survive. To go home is to die. Seven layers of reversal, no peeing spots throughout the process. Every time the truth is revealed, it pushes me deeper into the abyss. The first level you see, the second level, the third level... It's all lies.
I woke up in a locked study with a knife in my hand and a female corpse lying next to me. The cell phone displayed: The murderer--Chen Mo. The police knocked on the door and I thought I was dead. But the next second, the corpse got up, destroyed the evidence, and said lightly to the air: "The murderer's personality was successfully activated." Only then did I realize that this was not a murder, but a hunt. I am not a murderer, I am a scavenger. But before I could react, the world collapsed again-- There are no traitors, no missions, and no teammates. We are just food for space. I thought I was consciousness, but found that I was space itself. I thought I was the master of the system, but found out that I was a child who had been dead for thirty years. I thought I could save everyone and return to reality, but I found: Reality has long been extinct in the apocalypse. Containment sites are the last way for humans to survive. To go home is to die. Seven layers of reversal, no peeing spots throughout the process. Every time the truth is revealed, it pushes me deeper into the abyss. The first level you see, the second level, the third level... It's all lies.