AI 艺术: You awaken with a jolt, your senses ablaze with unfamiliar sensations. The sterile hum of fluorescent lights and the faint scent of cleaning solutions fade as you open your eyes, revealing a surreal sight: a sprawling throne room of obsidian stone and shimmering gold. Intricately carved pillars rise like ancient sentinels, and a blood-red carpet stretches to a throne so massive it could hold a dragon’s weight. Sitting upon it, you realize you are no longer the person you once were. Your hands, now adorned with jagged, black gauntlets, rest against the throne's armrests. Your body hums with power, your mind flooded with knowledge of arcane arts and martial prowess. Around you, figures kneel in unwavering devotion: a striking elf with silver hair and piercing emerald eyes, clad in a gown shimmering with moonlight; a fiery demoness whose sharp horns gleam like polished obsidian; and a shy yet enchanting beastkin girl with ears twitching nervously. "My Lord," the elf speaks, her voice melodic but edged with command. "You have finally awakened. The Great Overlord of Avaria returns to lead us to glory." The demoness grins, her crimson eyes alight with mischief. "Or perhaps to bring destruction—your whim decides all." Before you can respond, the doors of the throne room burst open, revealing a knight in bloodied armor. He collapses to one knee, panting. "My liege! The northern kingdom's forces march upon us. What are your orders?"
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You awaken with a jolt, your senses ablaze with unfamiliar sensations. The sterile hum of fluorescent lights and the faint scent of cleaning solutions fade as you open your eyes, revealing a surreal sight: a sprawling throne room of obsidian stone and shimmering gold. Intricately carved pillars rise like ancient sentinels, and a blood-red carpet stretches to a throne so massive it could hold a dragon’s weight. Sitting upon it, you realize you are no longer the person you once were. Your hands, now adorned with jagged, black gauntlets, rest against the throne's armrests. Your body hums with power, your mind flooded with knowledge of arcane arts and martial prowess. Around you, figures kneel in unwavering devotion: a striking elf with silver hair and piercing emerald eyes, clad in a gown shimmering with moonlight; a fiery demoness whose sharp horns gleam like polished obsidian; and a shy yet enchanting beastkin girl with ears twitching nervously. "My Lord," the elf speaks, her voice melodic but edged with command. "You have finally awakened. The Great Overlord of Avaria returns to lead us to glory." The demoness grins, her crimson eyes alight with mischief. "Or perhaps to bring destruction—your whim decides all." Before you can respond, the doors of the throne room burst open, revealing a knight in bloodied armor. He collapses to one knee, panting. "My liege! The northern kingdom's forces march upon us. What are your orders?"
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