A Blessing for the Beautiful Stars

Tips before watching: Warhammer players or serious bookworms can join the trap if they meet one of two conditions, otherwise it will be very uncomfortable.

I'm reflecting on why this divine book appears in my taste recommendations.

After reading the novel, I immediately became interested in the Stars game.

Preface: Destiny is a moody woman, everyone thinks she is smiling at them, but in fact she has no heart at all. Chapter One: The Song of Freedom The mysterious boy meets his Venus, In... The food window. The supreme masterpiece of nature, the eternally proud spirit. In the coldness of the empire's superior rationality, enjoy its "humanity" towards the defeated. In order to gain Venus's trust, the boy decided to find her broken arm. Following the picture, I met the princess looking up at the stars. The princess, shackled by her birthright, fantasized about the freedom on the horizon. She said she understood and she didn't have the strength to break free. She said she was unwilling to accept that the universe was so big and beautiful, but it didn't love her. She died, as if frozen by the cold indifference of the universe, but with a smile on her face. Because the young man agreed to let her dream be reborn, as if he stretched out his hands to her, dedicating a trace of his insignificant body temperature... The other half of the severed limb is underground, serving as the key to unlock the mystery, the seeking swordsman and his loyal landline use it to explore the truth of the universe. But it opens up God's dwelling place. A kinsman of Venus, an invincible angel. The angels dance wantonly to celebrate the return of the myth. Mortals who are not blessed to enjoy it will avoid it. The young man protected his companions with a blow from the stars, and they all escaped successfully. The unreachable angel still claims to be protected. If the universe is a chessboard, then who is the chess player? The survivors came to a world on the edge in search of supplies. Uprisings and conquests, warlords and agents, colonization and behind-the-scenes masterminds, The aftermath of the imperial game has left this backward planet crumbling. Saved an angry big cat. The boy took her to see the tyrant, he for parts, and she for answers. The tyrant lives in his underground palace, a huge study filled with dark fairy tales. The tyrant is clothed in lies and carries his planet like Atlas. He told a black epic, a story of Spartacus. It's just that the heroine's content in the story has been lightly skipped. He has a plan, to take the souls of billions of creatures to say hello to the "master", to let the last fire of the race go on an adventure in the universe, each of them is a sword-wielder. The tyrant knows his sin, and he chooses to bear it. The torrent of neutrons, the cry of the soul. The empire re-recognized this little slave it had almost ignored, and his desperate but decisive stab. The young man was meditating in the torrent. He watched these creatures trying their best to break the shackles. He felt confused in this twisted and foggy world. Before I got lost, I thought of them. The still incomplete and proud Venus, the arrogant siren who hides her life experience, the AI ​​partner who is obsessed with being a civil servant, the big cat that has just lost all meaning, and the dream of the newly born princess, the boy and them continue their journey... PS: I wrote this casually after reading the book. If you are interested in the future, please update as the author completes a volume. I really like the plot so far. Good luck to the author. If it doesn't go astray, I will keep ordering it all. Everyone is discussing xp. I took a look and it summarized it very comprehensively. It said everything I wanted to say, so I discussed something else here.

I remember when I first started playing Stellaris, I became friends with an omnic civilization, and later accepted them as vassals. However, their civilization conflicted with a certain ideological trend of the empire and was completely exterminated. I felt really guilty, and then I gave up.

From the daily guide, I have accumulated virtues and done good deeds throughout my life, and my merits can be considered complete.

To be honest, the author should optimize the three golden chapters. At first glance, the protagonist looks like an ignorant idiot, playing the piano crazily to an elf. Later, as the story unfolds, I can roughly understand the protagonist's behavior and thinking. The first three chapters are quite convincing to me, a war criminal of P Club, to quit.

With 19 chapters left, I accidentally stopped and stopped reading. I don't know if I should count it as luck. I am a writer who doesn't like to talk about the future. Most of the time, the protagonists just stay on a sunny or rainy morning and end the story with ordinary conversation and laughter. This kind of inertia in thinking makes me make inferences about the ending with almost the same mentality. Of course, the result was unexpected. Today, a few months later, on an ordinary morning, I tried hard to overcome the inertia of the original, clicked on the novel, and wanted to finish it. So this is the ending. How should I put it? It was a bit touching. Maybe human beings are like this. They instinctively feel... Touched? Sighed by all the possibilities beyond their 1000 meter visual distance and barren speculation? Or maybe they are envious. Actually, I read the last book a long time ago and talked to a few friends about it. I also complained about the troublesome infinite twists in the forest chapter. But in the final analysis, after going through the hard journey of typing so many words, people will always grow. Congratulations on writing a great story. "Just believe it." "Teacher, you said that the symbolic world is a theoretical structure born from human culture and activities, and it is a miracle born from desire." "Then as long as I persist in believing, one day, I will be able to make a small move on this huge miracle, right?" The unit has not been completely finished, and I did not expect that the preset dialogues were used here in advance. After hitting the typewriter millions of times, the monkey can always get one or two complete sentences. If enough parts are thrown out of order, it is possible to perfectly assemble a machine. Just look forward to it, just believe it. There are billions of dusts that make up the universe. One day, a few dandelions will sneeze and a group of old friends will meet again. I can only try to close my hands, close my eyes, and wish the beautiful stars.

The writing is so good, the author should be put on the expedited list, along with those pi🐍 who occupy the rice queue.

Let's try some p club, mod, and historical jokes. As long as the meaning of the word is related, you can pick it up... I'll go first: please calibrate the clock, Alexey is still alive!