Survived the catastrophe, possessing space and a mysterious doomsday system; after being discharged from the hospital, he sold his property, contracted the mountain, sold shares, sold stocks, built villas, and stockpiled supplies. In the end of the world, build a small base, upgrade and fight monsters, eat, drink, have fun and enjoy life, and occasionally play with weird tribesmen and relatives out of boredom; the only bad thing is: what does that boy mean by relying on you like a mangy dog? Why are you everywhere? The young man listened to his sister's advice, "The world is such a big place, let's go out and see more, don't hang ourselves on a tree. Can we be good people and not dogs? After all, people need face and trees need bark, so can we live up to our expectations?"
Shameless guy: No, it's the end of the world, why are you still arguing? Why do you want face, why do you want skin, I only want you; also, what if you run away again? Where can I find my little wife?
