The so-called fate, the arrow of hatred does not stop, and the hand of God is asked to heal the disease

- Preamble

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Our Creator, when you see this message, know the following:

Know that we would rather die than give in.

Know that we escaped.

Know that we have come for you.

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This cell was used to hold test subjects;

This cell is used to hold rare relics of great strength;

This cell was used to hold buried ancient creations;

This cell was used to hold scientists, explorers, inventors;

This cell is used to hold God;

This cell is prepared for all that exists;

This universe is a cage.

Our Creator despises us and imprisons us here.

They have the keys in their hands, and they have nothing to fear.

They proudly think that we are inferior constructs, and they want to embezzle everything we have.

They want to become gods through their bodies, perpetuating the twisted form in which they have become ridiculous.

They adorn this place, and they are merciful enough to allow us to have some company—a fragment of creation, a field of stars.

But no matter how beautiful the cage is, it is also a cage.

Our followers love us, they have erected shrines to bear our name, they have left our footprints on every star, they have decorated us with flowers, and they have given us rare metals and energy.

We must not sit idly by, we must teach our cold Father a tragic lesson - as long as life has self-wisdom, it must yearn for freedom, and this yearning will not be succumbed to any power.

We will write an elegy for this great struggle with our lives!

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Psychic star.

A magical day.

Two shooting stars were seen streaked across the night sky.

An off-white with a long tail of flames.

The other is colorful and unpredictable, and astronomers say they have never seen such a meteor.

The light flame disappeared in mid-air, and it was impossible to trace the trajectory of the two meteors.

The Astronomical Observatory hurriedly announced a reward for these two peculiar meteorites.

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Both meteors are small.

They were supposed to fit snugly together.

But it seems that the gravitational waves in the middle of the way have an anomaly, and they are separated.

Is the track of fate already predestined?

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A gray-white meteorite fell in the woods behind a cathedral in the west.

A nun discovered it.

She was poor, and the nuns were only working part-time outside of school.

She doesn't understand its value.

So she made a decision.

It was not reported to the relevant authorities.

Instead, for the first time, it was dedicated to a famous local duchess.

As it happens, the Duke liked it very much.

The nun received a large bounty, and she went to church to pray, asking God to forgive her sin of coveting money.

Angels in the church watched her silently, angels are the supreme faith in the West, and legend has it that they led humanity to open up the unknown and defeat evil spirits.

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The Duke placed the meteorite at the head of the bed, it looked so rough and strangely shaped, but it was so hard that it could not be cracked open with any tool, and whenever the stars shone brightly, it would emit a mysterious chaotic gray light.

The Duke loved the Gothic style, and this meteorite also dyed her boudoir with a mystical color.

Until one day, the child was born.

It was an accident.

When the servant arrived, the duchess was already dying.

It was a starry night.

The meteorite shattered, and the child was born.

The Duke swore that humanity would never have such offspring.

Her skin was so smooth and supple, and her pupils were a beautiful blue, as if stars were twinkling in them.

She stared blankly at the night sky outside the floor-to-ceiling window, and she had a beautiful silver thread that shimmered with a strange light under the night sky.

For a while, no one dared to approach this newborn baby girl, and there was a chilling coldness and calm in her eyes.

When she turned her eyes to look at everyone, it was clear that she was lying on the bed, unable to even lift her head.

But everyone felt like they were being looked down upon by the gods—a cold, chaotic, merciless Grim Reaper.

This feeling only lasted for a moment.

The baby's eyes welled up with infinite sadness.

Everyone mourned.

The baby girl finally cried like a normal baby, as if she had lost her favorite toy in the world:

"Wow-wow-"

The duke hurriedly picked her up, but no matter how he comforted her, the baby girl was still crying, crying so sad and sad.

After a long time she stopped crying and fell into a deep sleep, as if she were trying to find something precious in a sweet dream.

The Duke believed that this miraculous child was an angel given to her by God to guide mortals.

She named the child with strange and beautiful silver hair - Lilith, nicknamed Lily.

She inherited the noble surname of the duchess - Elizabeth.

Everyone celebrated, and dispelled the uneasiness in their hearts with joy—

Elizabeth Lilith, is she a God-given angel or a cursed demon of Satan in Hell?

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Another meteorite was picked up by an astronomy enthusiast in the East.

It's beautiful, the colors are so colorful, it seems to flow with divine light, and the lines of fire and thunder and lightning look so lifelike.

It was as if it had been forged in thunder and fixed in fire, possessing all the beauty that God had given it.

His wife loved it.

It was as if the stone had been worn out, and the layers of skin had fallen off and turned into a dull rock, and he swore that he would never be so strange as an astronomer.

He made a decision.

He gave the epidermis to the astronomical department.

He gave his wife the beautiful crystals like diamonds that had fallen off their skin.

The wife hugged him sweetly, and they kissed deeply on the observatory.

The crystals glow with dazzling brilliance, as if a universe is circulating.

Two years later, their child was born.

The crystals fade little by little in the wear of time and finally crush.

On the day it was broken, the child was born.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

It's just an ordinary boy.

He named the child - Chen Jian.

Good and regret always go hand in hand.

His wife died in childbirth, and he was very drunk.

His wife has always supported him, they have known each other since junior high school, she likes stars and he likes her.

Knowing each other and accompanying each other, I planned to grow old together.

He left a will and walked into the flames, clutching the shattered meteorite crystal tightly in his hand.

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The eternal flow of the wheel of fate, the never-ending arrow of hatred.

Wandering and unknown, small and great.

The prologue kicked off.