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The starlight from a foreign land cuts through the dark night before dawn, and the people, immersed in pain and despair, are praying to heaven... Under the night sky, magic flashes, machinery roars, orcs roar, and dragons roar, the pace of cyberpunk is slowly approaching... "I opened my eyes and wanted to see everything clearly. Who was whispering in the darkness? And who brought me to this world?" The "Saint" put down the pen in his hand and stared 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."