In the year 3000, a catastrophe occurred on the earth, followed by a doomsday virus, zombies, mutated creatures, and plants. In the hot era of 3050, the virus XTA mutated, the ozone layer was destroyed, and the intense sunlight burned everything. Everything was a new starting point or an end. In the Ice Age of 3100, the protagonist and his party are forced to reach an isolated island. They are short of supplies and suffer from hunger and cold. The distortion of human nature and the loss of morality. But in the apocalypse, there is also family affection and love, not just disaster! The protagonist lived for 100 years in his previous life, but was betrayed by his good brother Lin Hui and died in a wave of corpses. In this life, he met his dead brother, a naughty goddaughter, and a girl who had a crush on him. But he swore that if there was an afterlife, he would cut Lin Hui into pieces!
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It's worth it…………
Give yourself a score. I hope to stand out one day. Give yourself a boost. Even if your writing is not good, you have to work hard. The result may not be what I want. Rather than doing nothing, I am more willing to give it a try. What if I succeed? This will be my first rating. There is not much popularity now, and the writing is not good. Compared with those great writers, I am far behind. If I go step by step, I will be right. If you don't accumulate steps, you won't be able to reach a thousand miles; if you don't accumulate small streams, you won't be able to reach a river or sea. Even a small drop of water can nourish all things; even an insignificant ant can lift heavy objects in large numbers; even an ordinary person like me has my own ideals. Everyone's ideals are lofty, but it is difficult to realize them. However, everything is difficult at the beginning! I believe that what I write can be read by others. It may be very bad, it may be a complete mess, or it may not be as good as the garbage I write. But I believe in one thing. The edge of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold. The sword is sharpened, the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the cold, and my writing style is tempered from every article. Come on! Come on! Come on! I look forward to the day when I succeed. Maybe I will fail in the end, but failure is the mother of success. There is nothing wrong with giving it a try. If you fail, come again, fail again, come again, fail again, try again... If I fail the third time, then maybe I am not suitable to write a satisfying book in the first place! Maybe... It's time to let it go... It's worth it…………