Lazarus
Personal Information：6st on the leaderboard in Core boardary
Lazarus was sold by his mother to traffickers in Slita, the city-state with the highest crime rate, known for its blend of art and criminal civilization. Later, he rose to become the head of a counter-killing group, a symbol of both the epitome and microcosm of urban crime.
During his childhood, Lazarus was involved in the assassination industry, but later he reformed himself and became the most famous information broker, ranking 13th on the global list of billionaires.
Physical condition：Very Healthy
Interests and Hobbies：Performance
pet peeves：Bored
Skills：Calculation，Layout，Psychology，221 Languages Linguistics，Medicine，Finance，Disguise，Performance，fraud
Ultra-capable：data re-processing--
Relationship：Logen--
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"Perhaps sometimes we are not as 'correct' as we think we are.
I had always thought that this was eternal. However, everything changed completely in that moment.
The axe splitting his voice shook my soul endlessly. His screams, his moans, were like the trumpets of Jehovah's holy messengers. It was food, it was nourishment, it was the burning fuel, it was the sweetness of life!
I, like a newborn. Why, why, why?? I earnestly questioned repeatedly, as the axe pounded the flesh into a pulp - so much so that you couldn't even recognize it as an arm. Yet, he opened his mouth, but didn't utter a word. Oh, it's really a mess. I laughed heartily, tearing away the rag stuck in his throat.
"Goodbye, fools, may we meet again in hell."
The greasy, heavy tin can flew in a curve, and the pale yellow liquid traced an elegant arc in the sky, sprinkling onto the charred corpse. The flickering flame, on the brink of extinction, danced strangely, greedily devouring everything around it. The flickering orange light, that was the glory of Prometheus! It consumed my past sins.
The black smoke choked the throat, the gusts of wind filled with dust and gunpowder filled the lungs, endless exhilaration was blocked in the throat, and I even felt my heartbeat deafening.
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The butterfly in Africa flapped its wings, and Moirai's silk thread branched out. The future took a complete turn at that moment."