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"I'm going to curse you, make your world fall apart, let your world completely collapse, hahahahaha, I'm going to curse you." A woman with disheveled hair, her face covered in blood, screamed and laughed hysterically. "Is our world cursed? Why do I feel that it is about to collapse and disintegrate? No, I don't want it to end. I want to use my hands to change the world. I want..." Linghu Youhui woke up from his dream, with sweat on his face. He tried hard to think about what was in the dream, whether it was himself or someone else. Why did he always dream of this dream? Why could he never remember who the person in the dream was?