An 18-year-old high school student discovered an ancient plot game during a live broadcast one day and accidentally spilled the fat house happy water. In the severe pain of electric current running through my body, I heard my last cry: "This month's electricity bill has not been paid yet!" When I opened my eyes again, I became the story supervisor in the game, paralyzed on the boss's chair with a beer belly. The neon lights of the virtual city outside the window were shining, and the secretary asked respectfully: "Sir, supervisor, do you want to start a new plot?" I touched my round belly and suddenly laughed out loud - the most miserable NPC in this game was actually designed by me.
