> Sun Xiaochuan's last memory was a flood of “NMSL” comments scrolling across his livestream.
> When he opened his eyes again, he had become a walking stick of firewood, a strange beast called “Tung Sahur” recorded in America's Classic of Mountains and Seas.
> The smoke of war stung his nostrils on the Youzhou battlefield. Rebel horses pounded across the frozen earth, charging straight toward him, a “stick” left flailing in the wind.
> “What are you staring at?” he instinctively barked, repeating one of Sun Dog's trademark lines. But his wooden body suddenly split open into a gigantic abyssal maw.
> Only after swallowing an entire rebel squad did he realize the sole rule of this body: everything is slurpable.
