On a rainy night, I suffered a comminuted fracture in my right arm while trying to save others, and my life was hanging by a thread. My ex-girlfriend thought I was poor, and her breakup message was cold and bone-chilling; my shady boss defaulted on half a year's salary, and scolded me for what I deserved! When I was lying on the hospital bed waiting to die, I heard a voice: "The millennium has come..." When I opened my eyes again, my shattered right arm was intact as before, but it was covered with mysterious golden lines! The surveillance failed bizarrely, and no one knew what happened in the ward that night.
But I know that those of you who once trampled on my dignity, your debts should be repaid with blood! Is this golden pattern a gift? Or a curse? My takeout life is controlled by me from tonight on!
