regular version:

From the moment he awakened to the extraordinary, Huo Ling knew that his path was at his feet.

Is it choosing a hero? Or a villain?

But he can't choose either... He is just a little person driven by the tide of the times. How can a little person have a choice?

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Real version:

In this world, from the moment of birth, living beings have become a currency of uncertain value.

The gods need offerings of his faith

The royal family, aristocrats, and academics need to serve them for the rest of their lives.

Demons and demons want to play with his soul.

Currencies of different values ​​are constantly flowing in their hands, never stopping for a moment until the end of the world.

When one day currency wants to get rid of all this.

On the towering throne, there was a huge shadow, and they sneered: sneer...currency! You shouldn’t have your own will!

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Final version:

In the gloomy palace of death, a new guest was welcomed.

On the throne of bones, the mage wore a hood, his face hidden in the shadows, and he asked:

Guest, you want to buy my skeleton warrior army.

Or my Legion of Dark Knights.

Or my army of death lichs?