I am currently sitting in the corner of a shabby convenience store warehouse, with my back against the deformed rolling shutter door. My hands are still shaking. From time to time, there are shuffling footsteps and strange whistling noises coming from outside the door. When I write this line, my pen almost drops to the ground.
Just three hours ago, I was still in the cubicle of the office building, eating spicy fried chicken while confronting Party A to change the 38th version of the plan. When the time in the lower right corner of the computer jumped to two o'clock in the morning, my eyes went dark. When I opened my eyes again, I arrived at this hellish place.
It's not a paradise for sudden death due to overtime work, it's not the Maldives with paid vacations, it's a dilapidated street filled with broken glass, a putrid smell, and more walls peeling off than my hair.
Before I could recover from the dizziness caused by staying up late, a mechanical voice sounded in my head: [Fire magic inheritance binding successfully, host Lin Xiaoyan, initial skill: small fireball.
My first reaction at the time was, Party A finally forced me to hallucinate? The second reaction was, small fireball? What the hell? What I want is overtime pay, time off, and perfect attendance bonus, not this crap that sounds like a novice's skill in a web game!
