Fleeing from famine and fleeing to Forty-Nine City, watch me playing with animals, hoarding supplies, and making others envious, jealous, and hateful (leisure + daily life + study + space + immortality + light violence). I didn't fight to the death, but there were still quarrels and fights.
Newbie, new author, the beginning is not good, please forgive me.
Okay, we both have brains
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