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[Ding, data analysis is completed. ] This is the time when humans gain immortality. If he cannot spare the tears of eternal life, his talent will be reflected harshly by the lenses he is currently sleeping on, and the entire cycle will dilute the fate that his illness has brought to him. Light sways in dapples of sound, echoing still life and afternoon shadows. If he were not immersed in the scene, he would not be able to notice the space difference between experiencing and living. --Silence gains infinite vastness in his closing himself. The flame of electricity burned in his chest, like some hidden nature in his body. Nostalgia comes from God's perspective, and only the loneliness with bright lights chews the darkness over again. With his limbs filled with metal tubes speechless, he seemed to be able to only intuitively identify the few facts about his life and mysophobia. [Ding, your noble admiral, you are about to travel through three thousand small worlds to collect the soul fragments left in the native world. ] [Do you accept it? ?] "Accept." In collecting his soul fragments in the three thousand small world, what will Qin Wen encounter...