If I Make It to the Finish Line Alive, I Lose.

[The arrival of weirdness, road survival, hard-core survival, anti-routine] My name is Lin Yuan, 23 years old, died - so happy. I won five million in the lottery, but before I could take a breath, I was gone. When I opened my eyes again, I was standing on an endless road. Surrounded by hundreds of millions of people who looked equally confused. Behind is a thick dark green fog, with man-eating monsters in the fog; on both sides are brown fog, which will fester all over your body after three days in it; in front are randomly refreshed environments and resources. There is only one rule: keep going and don't stop. Oh, and transportation is randomly assigned. Some people drive off-road, some ride bicycles, and I was assigned a children's scooter. They say this is the end, a trial, a desperate situation that has come strangely. I feel like God is teasing me. Okay, I died once anyway. I don't know what the end of this road is, but— I lose if I make it to the end alive.