猶格在碼字

Years later, standing before the towering Doraemon statue on Mars, the person the entire universe respects most about Angelon, the Emperor’s devout follower (probably), DoraKaur’s half‑brother from a different father and mother, the most famous trash‑collector of the lower districts of Nest City, the lifelong shadow that haunts Abaton, one of the hyperspace exits to the real universe, the demon trash can, “I want to see the true Lord Bar!”, the possibly chosen half‑god of Wa, the Archangel‑level repair crew, Zhou Yun—this is me, I’ll probably recall that distant afternoon in the Underworld system when Saint Gilis sent me a dream. “So, Emperor‑father, this horse‑riding thing really can’t be blamed on me!