Near the North Pole (the intersection where the Earth's axis of rotation crosses the Earth's center and intersects the Earth's surface and points to the vicinity of the North Star) –

Under the influence of the greenhouse effect, the ice and snow in the Arctic have long since melted.

A tall, thin figure stands majestically near the center of the Arctic Circle.

The sun lazily shone on the man's unresolute face.

The man reached into his pocket and fumbled, as if searching for treasure.

Suddenly, the man pulled out a ring that sparkled in the sun.

This ring is not big, and it can't fit into a man's slightly thick finger.

This is supposed to be a ring worn by a woman.

This is supposed to be a ring worn by a man's woman.

This is supposed to be a ring worn by a man's unknown woman.

Men have stories, no wine.

The man is known as the "God of War in the Star Sea"

Perhaps his nickname will be more awe-inspiring in the future.

For example, "World Destroying Demon Dragon & Star Sea God of War"

Just looking at the name is awesome Biklas!

Like all characters known as "God of War".

"Bull Ratio" is his only characteristic.

At this moment, the man silently raised his head and looked in the direction where the North Star was.

No one knows what he's thinking.

The man raised his hand holding the ring, closed his left eye, and aimed at the North Star.

Attempt to keep Polaris in captivity inside the railing of the ring.

It worked.

The man let out a laugh.

The laughter sounded a little bleak.

The invincible god of war in the sea of stars.

The first councillor admired by the world.

All this didn't seem to stop the man from laughing hysterically.

Some people are born slaves.

Some people are born to be kings.

Men are kings, and he can replace Hosebra Okimedees as president and supreme commander of the high world at any time if he wants, but men are not interested.

Perhaps it was because the man was not interested that Mead had the opportunity to become a puppet.

The man's smile froze suddenly.

He pursed his lips, stretched out a finger, and shook it gently in the direction of the North Star.

"Snooker?" The man muttered to himself.

"Do you want to show my glory?" Men are arrogant.

Perhaps the word "megalomania" is inappropriate, after all, men do not carry screwdrivers with them.

With only the hope of all mankind.

The man looks more like the protagonist than the one who falls into it.

Don't ask why, it's simple, because the "cow ratio"

Can you be the protagonist?

Hearing this, Luona's face blushed like a small apple.

In front of men, the word "war" in Luona's dictionary will suddenly disappear.

The word is all dedicated to men.

and his fingers.

"Luona, they say you're a fake man?"

The man turned to a machine minion with a strange metallic sheen.

"I'm a fake man, not a fake man." The minion said.

"Do you like men? Fall that. The man looked directly at the minion.

"I like women, Sekros." Said the machine that was both a slave and a captive.

"You're a machine, you're not qualified to like women." The man looked at the captives with a sneering look.

"I have a soul!" The slave was proud, no one raised his hand in agreement, only one elementary school student raised his hand, and the teacher didn't let him stand up.

"Your soul is not a man, it's a man-made stall." The man wanted to laugh, but he held back, he hadn't figured out which voice to laugh with, ordinary laughter could not show the glory of the king.

"If you say that, I don't think I'm really qualified to like women." The minion touched his butt pocket and tried to touch the screwdriver out.

"You're very tasteful in this dress, Luo Na." Men have no taste, but they have mouths.

"The white broken vest is the low configuration of the machine." The slave shook his head coolly, but forgot if there was any hair.

"What's high?" Men like to be high-matched. High is better than low.

"The white doesn't break the little vest." Said the slave.

"I like not to break." The man said.

"I like to break." The minion said.

"Follow me, I'll make you a man." The man said.

"Secloth, I didn't." The machine said.

"A man in spirit." The man said.

"I want to be a powerful man like you! In that case, even if the body is a machine and the consciousness is a stall, I am qualified to like women. The machine said, "Born to be king, you're sorry." ”

The man smiled, like a red glow in the sky.