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When the sky turned white in the east, the night went by, and it was a new day. The people who were there were still there. The people who weren't were reincarnated in the Nether Realm, and they went to the desolate suburbs to live like ghosts.

Those who are alive must be alive, and those who are dead are dead.

To live, one must do things. To do things, one must do them well