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All living beings are mortal; Even with all the abilities, under the tide of the times, only the white bones are left; Countless efforts have been made, only to be met with failure again and again; What is lost cannot be restored, and holding on only adds to the sadness;' The once proud lone wolf can now only lick his wounds quietly in the darkness; Too much has been lost; Dusty memories, humble beggars; Fame, power, even if the world focuses on you and me; But that. . . So what? The hot blood has long been frozen, and only numbness remains in the hot heart; I am just a cowardly mortal. In this life, I only want to be ordinary. NOTE: This book contains the following elements Youth campus, urban superpowers, Western fantasy