"This friend, please die immediately."

The blue-black star trail swept across the end of the long street, merging with the clouds, the thunder falling and the window panels shimmering with shadows.

30 minutes ago, New Zealand.

Original Sin opened his eyes, and he couldn't help but shiver at the chill coming from the nerve endings.

He lay gracefully under the broken bridge, his water-soaked robe sticking to his waist, the translucent texture of the placket almost making it look bare.

Original Sin nearly fell to his knees as soon as he took a step, and then was engulfed in tinnitus. He remembered that the off-road vehicle, weighing one hundred and eighty tons of barbed impact, had a molded chaos program... Woman.

An erosion crystal that was not completely broken was pierced in his abdomen, irregular but far sharper than his body, and as the foreign object stuck into his muscles penetrated into his body inch by inch, Original Sin almost snorted in pain.

Under the moon, the figure gradually approached.

Original Sin cocked his collar, his eyes turning from a slightly soft palm to a poignant red.

"Okay," he chuckled softly. "Let's draw an endgame."

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Hold the fountain of life in my hands

I just think it's fresh

It is a strong liquor, fresh foam

Inject me into my rush, my work, my adventure

It seems that the garden that the predecessors have never visited

It's going to be in front of me

But now, suddenly, facing the grave

I looked back at the past with a cold eye

I saw that the sorrows and joys of its tortuous irrigation disappeared into an eternal desert

Only then did I realize that all my efforts were nothing but the completion of an ordinary life

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The priest lowered the cross, "Amen." ”

The man lying in the coffin lowered his eyes, but even then his pupils did not spread, and a light blue halo was faintly reflected through the two layers of rose-colored thorns.

"Justice," the purple cardinal shouted, and the departing man's back paused, tilting his head slightly in the direction of the source.

"Remember to pick him up at the crematorium early."

The door closes at this moment.

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