A black crescent giant that blocks out the sun

A starry sky filled with frost, snow and death A cold

black sun that reflects shadows

A sad, wailing, incomplete monster

...

"Is this really a puppet?" Seeing this scene, people's pupils trembled.

"Of course," a figure with a happy smile gently pushed up the small round glasses on the bridge of his nose in response to everyone's disbelief, "After all, their puppeteer is much more outrageous than them."

(Really invincible, slow to warm up, a lot of foreshadowing, trying to fill the pit)

"You mean, you have a girlfriend that only you can see, wealth that no one else acknowledges, and everything you want is within your reach, but there are often war airships flying in the sky, giant beasts wandering around the metropolis when the fog is shrouded, and handsome guys dressed in black change size at will, and there is even a perfect piece of toast chasing people on the street, and your non-existent friends don't believe you and often laugh at you, saying that you are dreaming, and all this makes you a little uneasy?" "Yes, doctor, so do I really have a problem?" "Of course I have a problem, sir, you can even see me."

"This is a world that is broken and stitched together. It is said that everything is there."

"Yeah, there's order, but not much, just a little bit."

"Travelers are not worth anything in this world."

"A few groups come regularly every year, and they are said to be time-traveling refugees."

"In this case, we have to hide our special identity, otherwise we will be beaten when we see it."

"If our special ability is exposed, it will directly become a 'peerless treasure' that will be coveted."

"So, main body, please work hard. Whether we live or die, we all depend on you."

"Shut up."

Wan Yi quieted down the countless figures with faces similar to his around him.

In this way, he will perform the drama of "one person" in this world and in that wonderful theater.