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... nd technology seemed to be telling an ancient story. His voice was distant: “When survival becomes a basic need, people will desire more things, enjoy, endless enjoyment. All life is longing for eternal life!”

“However, there is no eternal life in this world. Even the stars in the universe have their own lifespan, including many huge celestial bodies in the universe.”

“Although from a rational point of view there is no possibility of eternal life, but people are willing to live f ...

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Daphne gasped, horrified. This man, her husband, had just killed two men with a flick of his finger, as though he was snuffing out candles.

“I told you to let them go!” Daphne cried out.

“Yes, I let them go,” Atticus said. Then, his eyes darkened. “To receive divine judgment from the heavens.”

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