This is a story about the "Rusty Immortal".
He used sand sculptures to fight against absurdity, used complaints to relieve loneliness, and used a "rotten" posture to live stubbornly, laugh, and counterattack in the bottom stream of the world of immortality.
Is the system willful? Companion pet sand sculpture? Is the enemy insidious? Is the world unfair?
It doesn't matter, anyway——
I am immortal and have plenty of time to slowly "rust" with you!
Reader comments
The writing is very good, but there are too many words, which makes me impatient to read.
The writing is very good, but there are too many words, which makes me impatient to read.
Personally, I feel bad about it in the past.