I Am the Peak Boss

Pain shapes the soul, love gives birth to flesh and blood. The conspiracy of resurrection, the world of the game, the fusion of human glory and beast nature in the flesh and blood, why does everything seem to never end? Desire for fame and fortune overwhelms the souls of the dead. My lovely people, how can I remember myself? Real nightmares, endless man-made disasters, past memories and future hopes have become useless fertilizers, but I can remember that everything meaningless will be redefined in the end. Believe in the happiness of blisters, or seek the healing of rest? But Kuku, don't let your dreams define you. When I looked back at the journey at the end of the story, although it was painful, it was by no means numb. (Writing blindly to deceive people into reading)