What should I do if my front door opens straight into another world? I'm in a hurry, please reply online!
This wasn't the Ming or Han dynasty, but a land of exile for criminals, covered in yellow sand and desert. It was a thoroughly remote backwater. Just as Zhao was wondering whether to hand the door over to the government, a group of kemonomimi girls made him their pillar of support and chose him as their new lord?
I wanted to refuse right then and there. I mean, who would like this sandy wasteland without water, where the wind blows twice a year and each time it lasts six months?
Looking at all the yellow stones scattered everywhere after the black storm... Zhao Yalin leaned on his Ursus Model 47 assault rifle, its magazine packed with engraved rounds. Bring it on! Life and death are in the hands of fate! If you don't like it, come fight me!
