Yet for some reason, there was no courage to push open that door.
And the craftsman seemed as if it had nothing to do with him, standing far away, still gazing into Hell.
"Do you know? There was once a story in ancient times."
The illusion suddenly said, "In the story, the gods gave a box to a little girl, asking her to keep it well and not to open it."
"..."
Lv Yingyue turned around, looking at him with inexplicable expression.
"Yes, that's right, according to the general plot of stories, it's like this." The craftsman sighed softly: "When a gun appears in the first act, it will inevitably go off later on...
If the gods entrust a box to the ignorant mortals, then the mortals will surely open it."
"And so the things inside the box came out."
"Disaster, despair, plague, terror, misfortune… turned the whole world into its current state."
