Written at the front:This outside of this article has little to do with the text.,It won't have much impact on the text.。 The characters may be a little OOC, so please think it's because the originals are very young. I wanted to try to keep the style as humorous as possible, so it might seem a little out-of-the-box.

Also, please don't ask where the two vanished primordials go. They never exist in this worldline (ask the Emperor for details), and please ignore questions like why the First Legion is directly behind the Third Legion

Don't ask, ask too much, the forbidden army is coming to the door. In addition, the content mentioned in the movie is from this book, so please don't take it as the content of the official history of HH if you don't know the truth.

Happy reading.

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"We shouldn't do that." Horus Lupecar chattered. "Brother, we really shouldn't have done this, Father wouldn't be happy to see—"

If he hadn't wanted us to see the tape, he wouldn't have put it in a place where you and I could see it at a glance. He mentioned the tape five times, consciously or unconsciously, in the conversation, man, and he clearly wanted us to see it. ”

St. Giles, with his wings on his back, shrugged his shoulders and walked out of the gates of the Holy of Holies with his brother. Mechanical gears slowly moved behind them, pulling the two massive doors to close.

As the temperature brought by the thermostat gradually dissipates, the bitter cold wind of the Himalayas blows mercilessly and begins to invade their bodies. So, St. Giles erected a wing and helped his brother, who had no hair on his head, to kindly cover it.

Of course, one thing should be accepted – good intentions are not necessarily rewarded.

What's more, St. Giles was not entirely well-intentioned.

Horus's face sank.

"Bald." He sternly raised a finger and pointed it at the top of his head. "It's a very reasonable, very much in line with the identity of a warrior. Do you want to put up with stuffiness, heat, and sweat on your forehead while wearing a helmet? ”

Then, meaningfully, he moved the finger to St. Giles' long blond hair, who smiled and shook his head, giving Horus a reply that made Horus pout.

"You know, brother," he said briskly. "I don't usually wear helmets."

It's midday, and a strong light above the clouds of Holy Terra is sharing the temperature equally with all the inhabitants of Terra during the winter months, including the two genotypes.

They stood side by side, glancing at each other.

"Are you going to Ruth?" Suddenly, they questioned each other in unison.

Three hours later, they found one of their brothers at the training ground inside the palace.

From Fenris, the wild and untamable genetic protoplasm Riemann Ruth. Tall and handsome, with long, sharp canine teeth, they will always protrude their lips even if they are not smiling, as if they are always threatening anyone.

But the smile on his face was so pure that Horus and St. Giles accepted his embrace, and he walked between them and began to laugh and grin.

"Videotape?" He raised an eyebrow, and an amusement, complicated look suddenly flashed across his face. "Father went to great lengths to talk to you just to share this tape with you? It's really interesting. ”

"Yes." St. Giles bowed his head reservedly. "If Horus wasn't wrong. And, I believe, with what he knows about his father, we should not be wrong in our conclusions. What do you think, Horus? ”

The Kosonians looked at him without saying a word. Ruth laughed, reached out and hooked his neck, pulled Horus to the ground with his backhand, and began wrestling with him.

St. Giles quietly stepped back, put his hands behind his back, and gently rubbed the tape in his hand. Horus threw his right fist slightly annoyed, slammed Ruth's training armor into the lower abdomen, knocking him back, and then quickly scrambled to his feet.

Ignoring the dust off his body, he leaped at Ruth with a single flutter, grabbing him by the collar while stumbling down his left leg with great skill. The Fenris dodged the attack with a strange smile, grabbing Horus's wrist with one hand, and Horus grabbed his hand again

They get caught up in a strange wrestling.

"St. Giles! Come help me! Horus shouted. This wolf is playing his tricks again! ”

"No, St. Giles, come and help me!" Ruth laughed excitedly. "Don't ask why, just help me anyway!"

Baal's angel looked at the two of them, and a very gentle, but very kind, smile suddenly appeared on his young face. He shook his head very slowly at the expectant gaze of them.

"I don't want to help anyone." The angel said slowly. "But I do think it's time for you to stop."

"Why?" Ruth shouted. "You've got to tell why!"

"I don't really want to say"

"Brother!" Horus called out helplessly. "Don't sell it at this time!"

The archangel chuckled, reached out his right hand from behind his back, and shook the tape.

"I think we all overlooked one thing, this tape is clearly one of the technological legacies of Guterra, and my father gave it to us and mentioned its name without telling us how it should be used. Perhaps, we should go to Ferus. ”

Horus withdrew his gaze and met his brother, who was still wrestling. The latter's persistent gaze made him sigh helplessly, so he let go of his hand and let Ruth take him to the ground.

The Fenris gently lowered him, then immediately pulled him up, but in less than a second, he was back to his shoulder-to-shoulder appearance.

They left the training ground and began to move towards another place. The palace is still under repair, and craftsmen and workers can be seen coming and going, and the gold-clad Praetorian Army disappears in the shadows, watching over everything.

In the midst of such busyness, there were three primordial bodies staggering across the potholed road in a giant pickup truck.

The speed was slowed down, and the driver was clearly in a good mood with a big smile on his face. A bald-headed giant sat in the passenger seat, with his hands on his chest, greeting the passers-by with a smile on his face.

Sadly, most people focus most of their attention on the Barr Angel in the back seat of the car. The pair of raised wings are too eye-catching, and they can express the person's identity very directly.

When the empire was first founded, people were not familiar with the name and appearance of the original genogen, but most of them had heard of the existence of an angel. Horus soon noticed this, but his first reaction was amused.

He turned around, looked at his brother worriedly, and asked, "Are you alright, St. Giles?" Maybe you should let Ruth drive faster? ”

"Didn't you say that the road conditions are not good, let me drive slower?!" Russ yelled. "Oh! Come, Horus! St. Giles doesn't need you to care! ”

The archangel helplessly raised his hand and rubbed his stiff cheeks, smiling somewhat helplessly.

"Thank you, brother, but there's nothing wrong with me - I'm used to looking at me like that, and people have been looking at me that way since I was still on Barr. It's just that I didn't expect that there would be so many civilians on Terra. ”

Ruth chuckled strangely again.

An hour and a half later, they arrived at a secret workshop, where they managed to find one of their brothers, Ferus Manus, who had a pair of silver hands. At the same time, they were not surprised to see another person.

"Oh, good afternoon, brothers."

The man slowly raised his goblet to them, shook the wine, and gracefully raised his white slender neck to drink the wine.

He was dressed in a dark purple robe with a white veil. I don't know whether it is white or silver, the long hair is smoothly scattered on the comfortable and wide sofa pillows, revealing a handsome appearance, as if the beauty that can only exist in oil paintings, far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

"Good afternoon, Fogreme." St. Giles said. "I didn't expect you to be here."

Horus glanced at him without a trace.

"What are you drinking?"

Ruth walked over excitedly, pulled Fogham's legs away from the couch, and lay himself on his back, deep in the couch.

The sofa was supposed to be comfortable, but when he sat down, he had a strange expression of bared teeth, as if he didn't like the comfort. However, for the sake of the wine, he sat still, waiting for Fogham's answer.

"Wines from Robert Killiman's hometown. You probably haven't seen him, Ruth? ”

Fogham glanced at him and gracefully adjusted his sitting position, his legs crossed together. He asked softly, reaching out and lowering his glass, taking a new goblet from the round coffee table beside him, pouring in a third of the wine, and holding it to Ruth.

Fenris sniffled and immediately shook his head: "If someone brings me this wine as a gift, I will probably remember him for a long, long time. ”

"Your taste for wine is always terrible, but he's impressive, and he's proud." Fogrem said with a smile, blinking unconsciously. "But it's also funny, there's a kind of um, what shall I say?"

He frowned, and it took a few seconds before he could give a description that he was still not satisfied with.

In short, it's a down-to-earth temperament, as if he's ready to pull out his pen and write something anytime, anywhere. Honestly, my first impression of him was pretty good. ”

Horus silently noted the matter, then turned to the other person in the room, who had remained silent. He walked over to the workbench where the man was, but didn't speak for the first time, but intently observed what he was doing.

After a few minutes, when the busy man had lowered his hands, he said, "Good afternoon, Ferrus, sorry to disturb you at this time"

"I've been disturbed all morning." Ferus Manus replied calmly. "He drank all morning to himself, and my studio was filled with the smell of lubricant and mechanical parts."

"Are you blaming me?!" At the other end of the room, someone asked aloud from the couch.

Ferus Manus didn't answer, but nodded to Horus, and then turned his gaze to St. Giles, who was walking slowly. To be precise, his gaze was focused on a tape in the archangel's right hand.

"What is this?" He asked.

St. Giles and Horus looked at each other tacitly again, and they both saw a very obvious surprise on each other's faces.

"You don't know?" Horus asked.

"I want to know." Ferus replied, but frowned suddenly.

"This thing. Hold on. ”

He stood up, walked to another workbench, and bent down to drag a heavy wooden crate from underneath it. It looked like it was some years old, with some very powerful marks carved into it, but it had also faded.

Ferus rummaged through one of them and pulled out a book. He returned to the two of them, spread out the book, and began to flip through it quickly. In just a few seconds, he found one of the pages.

On the dry yellow pages of the book, which had been protected into compartments, St. Giles and Horus saw an illustration that closely resembled the videotape. It's just that they don't know how to read it.

"Beyond the Universe White Tower Liability Unlimited Company's special improved storyteller?"

Ferus Manus frowned and read out the small line, he looked up at the tape in St. Giles' hand, and the archangel reached out and handed it over. Ferus took it cautiously, held it up with two fingers, and looked up.

"We got it from our father." Horus said. "I think Father probably meant to let us watch it together."

St. Giles quietly turned his head to glance at him and smiled slightly. Ruth's voice came from behind them, no longer frolicking, leaving only a solemn calm: "So we should gather everyone?" I mean, all brothers? ”

"I think so." Horus said. "And, as I just remembered, today seems to be an amazing day."

"What day?" Vogrim walked in, his robe mopping the floor, his white chest shining behind the wide collar. He asked curiously, and raised his glass again to drink a little of the wine, and there was no redness on his face.

"Today is the first time we've all gathered in Terra." Horus turned and made a serious gesture to him. "Everyone, brother - and Dad happened to have this tape out today, no, this. What stories will be stored in the storyteller? ”

"I'm more concerned about the book." Ruth squeezed past him and leaned in front of the workbench, his tone reverting to a big grin, but the gesture of reaching for the book was very careful, even very professional. "Where did you get this book, Ferrus? Where did that box come from? ”

The genotype, known as Iron Hand, lowered his hand in silence and replied, "The box is from my hometown, and as for this book. I got it while I was traveling in subspace. ”

"What?" Fogrem immediately asked. "You didn't tell me about it!"

"Let's get down to business first." Ferus Manus said with a blank face. "Who's going to call someone?"

"I'll go." St. Giles took the initiative. "I can fly, Terra's traffic isn't good right now—but, Ferrus, what the hell is this book?"

Iron Hand lowered his head and began to observe the tape in his hand again, and said, "According to my personal speculation, it must be some kind of . Shopping brochures, there is a huge enterprise across the sea of stars that makes it to market its own products. ”

"It seems to be," Ruth said in amazement. "Look at this thing, Beyond the Universe - *Fenris of unknown meaning* - damn it, why is this company's name so long? In short, they seem to have made an automatic cleaning robot for home use. ”

Horus turned and looked down at the page he had spoken of, and was amazed to see a large black square that took up the entire paper. Its surface was pitch black, and it didn't look like anything strange.

However, it is worth mentioning that the words from Ferus Manus's hometown, which they could not read before, have now changed to Gothic in the bright blue light.

Horus's expression immediately became serious.

"What kind of technology is this?" He whispered. "Is it possible to automatically recognize our language, and at the time when this book was made, there was already a High Gothic? Can you explain a thing or two for us, Ferus? ”

"I haven't read the book much before." Iron Hand replied with his head bowed. "But this kind of thing probably wasn't commendable before the old night."

"Wait, the description of this robot." Ruth straightened up suddenly. "Described as capable of removing an entire planet of dirt in twelve hours? My good Fenris, what is this? ”

"Don't look at it." Horus sighed. "Maybe it's another STC buried on a lost planet, think about it, such a great power was once in the hands of humans."

He suddenly became agitated.

"That's why!" Horus raised his arms and shouted. "All the more so we should take part in this glorious expedition as our father said! Countless civilians will have a new life because of us! They will never have to worry about their livelihood again, and the Empire will allow them to never have to worry about their stomachs! ”

St. Giles applauded, smiled politely, and to Ruce's laughter and Vogrim's approval, he turned and left Ferus Manus' workshop. Iron Hand silently put away the so-called shopping booklet and put it back in the box.

At the very bottom of the box, it shone silently.

"First of all, I want to make a point." Robert Kiliman cleared his throat. "We don't know my father's true intentions, and we can't be sure if this so-called, uh, storyteller is true or not, so I propose—"

"-Don't suggest!" Ruth coaxed. "Can this thing be fake? This is what the Father gave us! ”

Robert Killiman, who had short blond hair and was wearing a blue-gold blouse, looked over with a calm expression.

He seemed a little helpless, but his tone was still very calm: "Well, Brother Ruth, although you obviously seem to be from a wild world, I think you still know the least politeness. Can you please rest quiet and let me finish my speech? ”

Riemann Ruth tilted his head, leaned back in his chair, and looked at the man in a little confusion. After a while, he slowly said, "Don't you understand me?" ”

Robert Killeman frowned: "I understand what you mean, but I just want to finish my speech, is it also wrong?" Please let me finish, okay? In my hometown of Macurag, there is an old saying that people should have the right to speak. ”

"Nobody wants to take this power away from you, Ruth is just joking, he likes to laugh and play, please don't care, Robert." Horus spoke. "Also, I'm Horus Lupecar. This should be our first meeting, and I am your brother. ”

"I know, fortunately, Horus." Robert Killiman nodded, and as he looked around, he saw many people with different expressions around the large round table. Instinctively, he sat down slowly and remained silent.

"So, does anyone else want to speak?" Horus asked again. "If not, we'll get started?"

No one answered, and at the large round table, only Horus's voice echoed. He looked around, trying to make eye contact with everyone. He was pleased that no one had come forward to speak at this moment.

Leon Althesson, not Perturabo, not Roger Dorn, not even Conrad Coetzes, who has always been mysterious. So, the emperor's son smiled and placed the tape in his hand on the round table.

A ray of light bloomed, and in the pale blue fluorescence, a shadow screen slowly rose, and the broken and fast picture flashed quickly. Then, a line of text slowly rises.

[In the forty millennium when broken, dark, and morality were fed to Glocks, there was a name oh, no, sorry, skewered. 】

The light curtain flickered, and the primordials looked at each other, and many of them were already frowning.

[In the thirtieth millennium that has not yet been broken, only a little black, and morality is still basically existing, the human empire that has begun to take shape has taken a new step towards the vast sea of stars. Although it is only a step towards the solar system, it is still gratifying. 】

[The military force called the Astarte Legion and the vast number of line-filling mortal auxiliaries *weird laughter* fought together, and gradually regained the entire solar system under the leadership of the emperor, or rather, conquered the entire solar system.] 】

[These already inhabited planets have been completely taken over by extraterrestrial forces, and those who disobey have all died, and those who obey do not know what price they will pay for this decision. 】

[However, the protagonists of this story are not them, but the Astarte Legion and their unfound primordial body, as well as their common WARBOSS, cough, no, I mean, the common monarch, the lord of humanity, the emperor!] 】

[Does anyone want to applaud?] Repeat, listeners, you better applaud, but not for him, but for my hard work! 】

"This, this thing," Robert Killeman took a deep breath. "Self-aware!"

[No, I didn't pinch it. 】

"Tear it down!" Lorga Aurelian, with her golden skin, snapped. "There is no respect for our Father in its words!"

[Alas, typical religious fanatics.] Don't do that, buddy, can you calm down. 】

"Heresy!" Luo Jia roared.

The light curtain surged, and a line of words appeared again.

[It's not. Your dad threw me in your face, and you screamed in shock, did you think about it before? If you have any questions, please go directly to your supreme bling and all-powerful super daddy and dock with him. 】

[He will probably point to your temples and tell you, think!] Luojia! Ponder! Read more books! 】

"It knows your name," said St. Giles. "But, brother, though this thing. It doesn't listen to what it says, but it seems to be right. ”

[Ouch, you can still speak, dear winged mutant angel, I'm not a thing, I'm just a storytelling machine.] 】

The angel frowned as if he was hurt, and Horus patted him comfortingly, sighing, not knowing for a moment what to do.

It's so much fun." Riemann Ruth grinned. "I have to admit that this thing has a very weird sense of humor."

[Thanks for the compliment, stinky little wolf cub, but you better be quiet for a while.] Stop grinning and pretending to be a wine mengzi who laughs all day long. 】

Ruth retracted his smile, tilted his head to stare at it, and said no more.

[And you, that stupid big guy staring at me with a frown, your gaze is too presumptuous, are you sexually harassing me? Don't look around, I'm talking about you, the one named Peturabo! 】

With a loud bang, a giant with a gloomy face rose from his seat, his right hand resting on the ceremonial sword at his waist.

"What did you say?" He asked. "You'd better be respectful to me, I don't care what kind of ancient relics you are. I could have torn you apart and perfectly reproduced a brand new, more polite machine than you! ”

[Unfortunately, I don't think you can do this.] I need a lot of precious materials to make it, and you can't get any of them, so be quiet - be quiet. 】

The light curtain trembled, blue light emerged, and in a sudden gust of wind, a new line of text slowly emerged.

[Let's push back the time, all the way to 30, alas, your chronology is really in short, in the ninety-twenty-second year of the thirtieth millennium, the last original Corus Corax was also found on his hometown salvation star!] And just like that, all the primordials returned to the Empire! 】

"Wait." The protagonist of the text, the first primordial to be named, was pale and black-haired Colus Colax slowly spoke. "Isn't it just 30 this year?"

"Yes, it does, brother." Horus quickly picked up. "I returned to the Empire two years ago, and you are all about the same as me, even if you only came back this year, Corax, it is only more than a year late."

"There's something wrong with this thing." A man with an eastern face squinted his eyes, stroking his long beard with a very calm expression. "Unusual intelligence aside, it seems to know each of us well, and knows the emperor well."

"This thing is just a storyteller after all, what if its stories are all made up?"

Sitting at the other end of the long table, a giant with red skin and sparkling eyes also spoke, and he seemed very interested.

"However, the light curtains it uses to project words and pictures seem to be more than just a simple technological force."

"It's very disrespectful to the emperor." Said a man with short gray hair and a face as smooth as a rock. "And it doesn't seem to be insulting."

The light curtain ignored their discussion, and only showed the next line of text to itself.

[The return of the Last Son is a happy event for the Empire, but at this moment, we don't have to focus on this juncture. Go back a few decades and set your sights on the easternmost part of the Extreme Star Field, on the edge of the Empire. There, there is a star of the eternal night called Nostramo. 】

Wordless, all the people at the round table turned their eyes on the same person.

This man's face was pale, unlike Coreus Corax's pale, but also human-like, almost like a ghost.

Although his black hair had been washed, he had been scattered by the chaos of the years, completely obscuring most of his face, resembling a ghost. The completely black eyes exposed underneath were cut into fine pieces by hair.

He was crouching on the stone chair in a very twisted position, as if he had never been educated, his back bulging, his hands on his knees, and he was shaking listlessly.

He seemed to notice their gaze, and actually raised his hand and ripped the hair in front of him, revealing a handsome face that did not retain much humanity. A bright smirk was shining on this monster-like face, more than human.

"What's the matter?" He asked with a smirk, his voice soft and hissing, but his eyes were sharp, as if he was holding a sharp knife. "Huh? My dear brothers? What's the matter with you? ”

No one answered, and the continued flickering of the light curtain attracted their attention. The text continues, but the picture suddenly turns black.

[This planet has suffered a tragic fate, and so have the people who live on it. The dense nests filled all the area on Nostramo except for the wilderness, and from top to bottom, the hierarchy was clearly divided. 】

[The nobles naturally enjoyed everything and could sin with impunity. The people at the bottom must live under the threat of death at all times, and even the air they breathe is exhaust from the upper layers. 】

[There are many sins here, and cannibalism is only the least of the many crimes. Here, there is no future for the people at the bottom, because their fate was predestined from the beginning. Join a gang and become a noble dog, or die in factories and roadsides]

The flickering of the light curtain finally subsided, the words disappeared, and a tragic picture of hell appeared in front of all the primordials.

Shops with thighs or arms hanging from the streets, paupers shivering in the cold wind on street corners, children who have lost their parents are stabbed in the neck with needles in their hands under the bewitchment of gangs

There was no light above their heads, only the frenzied neon lights of the night flickering endlessly, weaving a vast web of psychedelic and despair, firmly encapsulating them all, with no possibility of escape.

The minaret of the nest looked eerie in the night, and the gargoyle looked coldly in the acid rain over the painful things, and then, a cloaked and hooded shadow flew over it, followed closely by another, even larger figure.

The scene stops.

Silence, extreme silence. There was no sound other than the sound of Konrad Coetze's knuckles pulling his fingers at each other, and the Primitives all seemed to have chosen a common expression to face the image they had just seen.

This extreme silence lasted for several minutes, and if it had not been for the careful opening of a dark-skinned giant, I am afraid it would have continued.

"Hello, Conrad." He kept his voice as soft as he could. "My name is Vulcan, and I am one of your brothers. You okay? ”

Conrad Coetzes turned his head to look at him, and suddenly smiled, tilting his head nervously, a thick vein in his neck twisting and throbbing.

"I'm fine." He chuckled. "Why don't you all talk? This thing deliberately leaves a pause for you to talk to each other every time, isn't this a good opportunity? ”

"Did you grow up in such a world?" The giant named Vulcan continued to ask.

He was frowning slowly, as if he couldn't accept it at all. Under the round table, the hands that lay on their knees were already clasped tightly.

"It's pretty bad," Conrad Coetzes shrugged, hissing and nonchalantly answering his question, and the echoed questions the others asked with their eyes. "Nostramo is a place where there's no hope, there's no future – and of course, there's no man."

He sprang to his feet, jumped onto the round table, slumped up straight, pierced the curtain of light with his sharp nails, and tapped the cloaked shadow.

"Hmm," he groaned. "I've never met this man."

"But you're in the picture, you're following him." Someone said that his voice was very hoarse, and it sounded as if two sharp stones were rubbing against each other, and there were frequent pauses, as if they were thinking in succession. "And, you seem, trust him a lot."

The black-clad Nostramo quietly jumped off the long table and returned to his seat. He hugged his legs, hissed like a beast, and said something they didn't understand.

The man who spoke suddenly began to take a deep breath, his forehead and the white colloidal tubes spreading out of the back of his head vibrating.

"Are you alright, Angrand?" Fogrem asked with concern. "My father said the surgery was a success, is that really the case? I see you're still in pain. ”

"Out of the way," the giant named Angeland squeezed a terrifying sound out of his throat. "I'm fine."

Lorja Aurelian looked at him worriedly and began to pray for him. At the other end of the round table, a diminutive giant watched in silence with a very interesting look in his eyes.

"So."

Another man spoke, his head full of blonde hair, no beard on his lips, and no sorrow or joy in his emerald green eyes, as if the hell he had just seen was not worth mentioning at all. His expression was very calm, and his words were to the point.

"Should we continue?"

"You seem to be in a hurry." Someone sitting across from him replied, a thin face under the white hood. He wore a strange respirator, and the aroma of some kind of herb escaped from his words.

"Nope." The blonde calmly denied it. "I'm not in a hurry, Motarian from Barbarus."

"I can't see Leon El Johnson from Caliban."

Horus rubbed his swollen brow and sighed helplessly. He turned his head to look at St. Giles at his side, his most trusted brother, and the brother closest to him.

He looked at him and wanted a little support from him. However, the angel did not look at him at the moment, but fell into deep thought. Horus coughed, cleared his throat, and drew everyone's attention to him again.

"We should have continued, but it doesn't seem to be getting early today."

He looked at the crowd with their own thoughts, and slowly threw out the next sentence, trying to test their true thoughts.

"Why don't you end here? Tomorrow will continue, brothers, what do you think? ”

Then, Ferus Manus, who had remained silent, was the first to raise objections.

"This one. Whether the viewing party is over or not is not up to us. He said angrily, clasping his hands, his arms shining with silver. I'm afraid it depends on its opinion. ”

Who?

Horus looked up at the light curtain, only to find that the picture had begun to flicker at this moment. The original scenery dissipated into nothingness, quietly dimmed, and a line of text took its place and emerged on it.

[It seems that you are very interested, but this is not a story that belongs to any one of you.] Think about it, you demigods of the empire, genetics destined to become leaders, generals, or heroes, please read my opinion carefully. 】

[Everything that follows should have nothing to do with you. This is a story that takes place in a world that has nothing to do with you, and any betrayal, any death or sacrifice within it has nothing to do with you. 】

You can choose to watch it or you can choose not to watch it. The former is redundant, and most likely only more problems. The latter seems to be very sensible and a wise move to protect one's life, but wouldn't it really be a pity to just turn back and give up? 】

[The power of choice is now given to you by me, please choose. Do you want to keep reading? 】

Ten thousand.

In addition, if you think this is not bad, and you have the idea of reading it, please leave a message to inform, and I will find time to continue writing later.

, I made my old mistake again, and I accidentally wrote a little too seriously, and I buried a lot of foreshadowing OrZ

If it doesn't match your expected viewing style, please forgive me.

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