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Starlight from a foreign land streaked across the dark night before dawn. The people, immersed in pain and despair, were praying to heaven... Under the night sky, magic flashed, machinery roared, orcs roared, and dragons roared. The pace of cyberpunk was slowly approaching. Near... "I opened my eyes, trying to see everything clearly. Who was whispering in the darkness? Who brought me to this world?" The "Saint" put down the pen in his hand, staring out the window at the dark world with his deep blue eyes! I was thinking about how to write the story.

"As a bug, you can just sleep all the time. What ideals are there?" "No, there is no ideal bug. How is it different from a salted fish? My dream is to own the whole world."