When the keyboard war god travels to the end of time when Pokémon collapses...
Chen Yizhou, a 300-pound fat man who could memorize the individual values of Pokémon, opened his eyes and saw not the championship trophy, but a picture of hell with his intestines flowing all over the floor. The elves here are not partners, they are **war batteries** with tubes inserted all over their bodies and liposuction to generate electricity; Pikachu has cockroach legs, and Gyarados has a chain locked and a gun muzzle welded to it.
Human? They only care about how much blood the elves can squeeze out.
And his only weapon is the familiar "Pokémon Encyclopedia" in his mind - and a weird talent that can turn a trash can into steel and stinking mud.
In this world where elves are used as firewood, he chooses to be a veterinarian.
Use game strategies to cure diseases, use potato chips as prescription drugs, and turn the zoo into a doomsday ark.
However, the weird barcode on the elf's wound, the production date on the potato chip bag that was earlier than time traveled, and the cold gaze lurking deep in the data stream... All reminded him:
This collapsed game, the save file he played, seemed to be swallowing up reality.
