After Dying a Hundred Thousand Times, He Started Killing Like Crazy

Clothed in arrogance, with ridiculous self-esteem. Just stubborn. War does not tolerate life, and the corpses of soldiers litter the fields. I deeply love the ridiculous world like a game, this devastated world. Just relying on what others say, I want to look down from high above, but I don't even realize that the only thing I can look down at is the ground. In front of the new door, wouldn't a person be lonely? Wouldn't he be thinking that he might as well just die? Hahaha.