Talisman Bound Solar System

"I remember that it was a dream world with twinkling runes, where fighting competitions were exciting, there was a fantasy world as alluring as a maze, and there was a shocking secret passed down by civilization for nearly ten thousand years..." The man was suspended on a metal seat surrounded by data streams. The holographically projected star map appeared and died at his fingertips. The rune lights were flying like fireflies. His hoarse voice carried some kind of magic. "Once, someone said: I think I have good luck, but I often run out of luck at critical moments." "Once upon a time, someone said: The rune master needs to cut off half of his conscience and feed it to the dogs. As for the other half... It is better to keep it carefully." "Once upon a time, someone said: The truth of this world is like a rusty screw, stuck in the gears of the times. Someone has to be the repairman." At this moment, there was a black sun above his head, and the afterglow of the sun poured down with the light of countless runes. He continued to tell his story. "This story starts with him being stolen by an unscrupulous boss..."