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Chapter 171

There is such a world.

In this world, the special abilities people possess are called "superpowers", and people with superpowers are called "superpowers".

Those battles that only exist in fantasy take place in the streets and alleys, interweaving a variety of wonderful disputes.

There is such a world.

People's negative emotions are no longer self-absorbed orphans, but will turn into real curses. There are people who can easily achieve "destruction", and they are distinguished by the persistence in their hearts, becoming "spellcasters" and "cursers" of the same origin but different paths. There is such a world

. It is

very ordinary, and there is nothing that can be called "abnormal". It is more like a detective adventure on the side of the world, or a collection of positive and negative conflicts where one wrong step will result in the death and injury of relatives and friends, and lonely steps. The only thing that can be marveled at is perhaps the slightly crooked biotechnology and the occasional unscientific level of science.

There is such a world.

Monsters and humans coexisted thousands of years ago. In the beautiful and dark era, there were many elegant people who could be listed as legends. The spirits of all things grew and fell, and their only end was the bottomless underworld dominated by gods.

There are many worlds, and countless possibilities are derived under the sentence pattern of "if... then...".

In these independent worlds with dense branches like the world tree in Norse mythology, everyone has a vast future that cannot be constrained by imagination.

The birth of any existence is reasonable, except for one person.

He does not belong to any world, and even the omniscient and omnipotent gods cannot know his past. He just opened his eyes on a calm and boring day, and looked at everything around him with confused eyes.

In the abandoned high-rise buildings, he heard the sound of the wind, saw people flying, and smelled the smell of lost hope.

It was a very bad start. He began to learn, and the first thing he learned was to escape and cowardice.

He did not understand life and did not think that people's endings could be perfect. He was sent to a nearby orphanage by a kind person, and watched the kind person enter death.

He began to appear frequently in the area where death was. If a person's life could not find ups and downs in numbness and boredom, then death would be the most drastic measure they could take, right?

To be honest, it was very boring. The glimmer of light that burned itself was fleeting, and then only the gradually smelly body was left. People who pinched their noses and cursed carried it on a stretcher and sent it to a place where he could not see it.

After the death of the ancient Greeks, their families would cover their eyes with coins to bribe Charon, the god of the underworld, so that the souls of the dead could cross safely.