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HSR: Diviner of Luofu

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Zero didn’t have any lofty ambitions. Power? Fame? He didn’t want any of it. The very thought of sitting in a high position and having to deal with endless troubles made him feel exhausted in both body and mind. “You and that Swordmaster, Jingliu, you two… is there some something going on between you two?” Jingliu, the Swordmaster of Luofu. White hair, red eyes, cold temperament, outstanding looks. She was a high mountain flower, untouchable by ordinary people, only to be admired from afar. She rarely showed any emotions on her face. Only a few people had ever caught a glimpse of expressions on Jingliu’s face beyond that icy mask. Zero considered himself one of those exceptions. ——— “Best friend~” “My best friend!” “My dearest best friend!” “…” Zero stared silently at the levitating head, who was known as 'Aha'— Aeon of Elation. ———— TAGS: #Singlefemalelead #nonchalantmc #uselesssystem ❀═IT'S A TRANSLATION═❀ 崩坏星轨:罗浮占卜师
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I placed myself into my own novel, and now the world I once wrote is trying to erase me. I walk through the Human Realm as Kaeru, crossing roads I designed, entering kingdoms I once imagined, and standing before ruins, towers, and people that were never supposed to feel this real. What should have been a story has become lived reality, and every step I take drags me deeper into a world that no longer obeys me simply because I created it. Because creation was never the same as belonging. The Human Realm stretches before me as both invitation and warning. My journey through it is filled with things I cannot yet explain without saying too much—meetings that will matter later, places that should have been ordinary but are not, and scattered pieces I keep gathering for a future even I know will demand them. None of it is random. None of it is meaningless. Somewhere down the line, every fragment will become necessary. And yet, the more I move forward, the more the world itself begins to turn. The Law of Aion is not a rule, nor some distant force of morality or justice. It is the weight of continuity. The pressure of meaning. The truth that existence, no matter how much it changes, must still be able to trace itself. And around me, that truth is shifting. Quietly. Relentlessly. Reality bends in small ways first—through timing, through people, through events that feel almost right until I notice the shape of what is being altered. It is trying to make sense of me by leaving less room for me to exist. Something in this world knows that I do not align with the path that led everything here. My presence strains against the shape of what should be. So the Law moves—not to destroy me outright, but to rearrange the story around me until I can no longer remain inside it as I am. But I keep moving. I keep gathering what I need. I keep walking toward answers I may not want. And behind all of it, beyond every silence and every shift in the world, there is Kaediel. Close enough to haunt my thoughts. Distant enough to remain unclear. Whether he is another self, a witness, or something far beyond either, his presence lingers like a shadow cast by a truth I have not yet reached. This world remembers its own meaning. And if I cannot prove mine before the story closes around me, then one day the path that created everything will continue on— as if I was never part of it at all.
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