Thousands of Awakenings, the King of the Lost

"Is this what death feels like? It's so good to finally be dying." A strange voice sounded, "You are running away, the throne will never be left without an owner." In the majestic hall, a woman dressed in red and with a dark red hijab on her head stood next to a throne that was filled with supreme power and emitted weirdness. There was no one on the throne next to her. The young man said weakly, "Throne?" The young man smiled scornfully, "I'm going to die, what else is there to escape from?" The strange voice sounded again, "There is no life or death on the throne, and the world on the throne is in the palm of your hand." The woman in red raised her right hand, and a vast set of stars appeared in front of the throne. "You are eternal, you should not throw yourself into the arms of death" There was a cracking sound Sitting on the throne was a figure that frightened everyone in the world. That figure glanced under the throne with contemptuous eyes. There are many creatures crawling under the throne