Chen Mohuo has become a "regular visitor to the garbage dump" in the eyes of others.
He picked up lobster shells in the back kitchen of a seafood restaurant and exchanged them for 50 cents. He carried his feverish sister on a rainy night and walked six kilometers to the hospital. He used the words "This month's goal: Deliver 1,200 orders = sister's dialysis fee" posted on the takeout box to count the money to survive. The foam board bed leaking from the attic, the expired bread from the convenience store, the paper rabbit in the funeral parlor's paper collection that was criticized as "unlucky" - these are his daily routine.
Until that rainy day, he found a smashed and deformed metal helmet in the garbage dump.
The dark blue brainwave residue, the LOGO with "Jiuzhou Beta" engraved on it, the unknown lines on the back of his neck that were hot when touched... This internal device that should have been destroyed became a turning point in his fate. When he put on the helmet, his consciousness was dragged into a blue starry sky
But the gifts of the system never come in vain. Whole server pursuit, capital encirclement and suppression,
When the boundary between games and reality begins to blur, when "every second of life" can be converted into power, how far can this poor boy who has been stepped into the mud by the world go?
Reader comments
What I wrote earlier is quite compact, so keep it up.
What I wrote earlier is quite compact, so keep it up.