They told me that this is the fairyland.
If you want to become an immortal, you must first mine for three years.
I believed it.
Until I saw that workers who failed to complete their tasks were executed on the spot and turned into points of light and disappeared.
The supervisor smiled and said: "Don't be envious, he has returned to his hometown."
Until I realized that the companion who always went out alone late at night was becoming more and more suspicious...
This is not a fairyland.
This is a place where once you enter, it is almost impossible to leave alive.
And am I the next prey, or... The only one to break the situation?
New world, new century