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A person who came to this world and didn't have much time to do a lot of great things, although the author didn't write it, but in fact, in addition to the laziness of the guy, it has nothing to do with this book.

Although it may seem that there is still no clear explanation, in fact, the protagonist of this book is indeed an outsider named Luo Yi.

But in the sky, in the huge fireball that sits in periodic motion around the hunting area, sleeps the protagonist of the history of millions of years ago.

It was once just a tiny slave, as inconspicuous as a grain of gravel in a sandstorm, as a drop of water in the sea, unable to make any waves, and no one would even remember his death.

His parents were slaves, so he was born a slave as well.

The world was big, but for that little slave, the world was nothing more than a playground that could never be left out, and the outside world was just listening to the words of the occasional old slave and slave owner.

But even if he was a slave, he didn't even have his own life in his hands, but the little boy held his own destiny tightly, and in the same way, there were other people's.

In the boy's eyes, there was a gray thread on the back of everyone's head that connected to the void, and that thread was very tough, but also extremely fragile.

The boy didn't know where the wire was connected, but he could easily cut it. In fact, this thread called destiny is not only possessed by people, but in fact everything has this thread.

When he could not sleep at night, while lying on the grass and looking up at the sky, the boy often saw the bright golden lines in the vicinity of the stars dotted with a deep blue canopy.

It was supposed to be the fate of the stars, but the boy understood only destruction.

The boy can understand fate, but it is only rough, and he understands it without knowing why, but he does not absolutely and cannot see all fate.

The gray fate line connects the life on every planet, and in the boy's heart, these gray fate connected beings all have a not-so-nice name - "parasite".

Although he didn't know the specific meaning of the name, the instinctive boy was disgusted by the name.

Although the boy can understand the meaning of fate from time to time, more often than not, he can only cut those gray lines of fate.

What will happen after fate is cut off, in fact, even the boy himself is not sure now, because there are too many fates he has cut, but there is no repetition.

Not only is there not exactly the same consequence of cutting the line of fate, but there is not even a similar one.

I remember the last time the boy cut the fate line of others, the slave who had bullied him disappeared directly from everyone's eyes, but never left the boy's sight, until one night, the slave who was cut off the fate line finally cried, laughed, and jumped into a black hole frantically.

No one knows what happened next, but the boy never cut off the fate of anyone else.

Later, the boy became a sacrifice.

Every winter, when the first snow falls, it's time for shamans to pray to the spirits. The ghosts who covet souls like nothing more than ignorant souls, because there are so many things that such souls can do.

Because of enough ignorance, it is easy to believe and trust others. Even if that person ...... Kill him with your own hands.

The boy was a sacrifice because he was pure, and he was kept in that meadow with the cattle and sheep since he was a child, and I remember that in the beginning, a total of thirteen people were raised in that meadow.

Thirteen children, six boys, six girls.

The boy was an exception, as he seemed to appear there out of nowhere, but it was clearly not.

In five years, only five of the thirteen children became sacrifices, and even greedy ghosts and gods only needed one soul per year.

But five years later, there is only one boy left.

Why is that?

The boy knew that he had personally cut a boy who had grown up in a pasture into small pieces with a small, bone-sharpened knife.

He saw a girl dismembering several slaves with a knife she had borrowed from him, only to suddenly disappear. No one knew where the girl had gone, and it was as if the girl had disappeared into thin air.

But the boy knew that because he had sent the girl away with his own hands, even the boy himself did not know where he had sent the girl who was about to be sacrificed, but it was a good place, at least, safer than here.

A few others died of illness, and although it is not clear what illness is, the boys of the bodies of those who died know where they went.

Well, it tastes pretty good.

Time flies by quickly, a year, two years, three years, four years, five years...... When everyone died, the boy felt a little lonely that he didn't know.

Fear, what's that?

Almost forgetting when, the boy saw a strange person, a strange man covered in black robes.

The black robe looked expensive, for the instinctive boy knew that even the golden glittering coat worn by the master, the slave master of all the slaves, could not compare to the unusually thin black robe worn by the strange man.

The strange man's face was covered by a rusty mask, and strangely enough, the boy looked at the mask and felt a little familiar, not frightened, but a little funny.

There seemed to be a smile in the strange man's gray eyes, and the boy laughed along with the man, and then the man left.

The boy didn't know what the man was here for, he didn't know why, and he couldn't even see the fate of the man.

Maybe it's because of the black robe.

That's what the boy thought at the time.

But then, after only a dozen days and nights, suddenly a meteor fell from the deep canopy, hitting the boy's usual sleeping place.

A large ball of fire fell from the sky, strangely unnoticed by anyone, and when the boy walked slowly, he saw a girl.

Wearing a silver-white armor that has been torn, the one that looks very expensive, with an unwilling expression on his childish face, his eyebrows are wrinkled distressingly.

But for some reason, the boy had the urge to run away. But in the end, the boy still didn't choose to leave, he just looked at the girl's naked blistered little feet and frowned. In the end, he chose to pick up the girl from the ground and throw it aside.

The boy has obsessive-compulsive disorder, and he has a habit of cleanliness, and for a free slave who uses heaven as his bed, his usual sleeping place is his bed, but one day the bed is occupied by a passing girl, so just find a way to clear the bed.

The boy also recognized the bed.