I accidentally swallowed the takeaway salted fish from the library, and was scolded as "salted fish" by the vicious tongue system every day. I just wanted to lie down but was chased by monsters - I just wanted to deliver a fucking takeaway!
You tell yourself: It's none of my business, I'm just a salty fish, and if the sky falls, a tall man will hold it up.
Since I had the passive skill of breathing fire while dancing and shaking; everything has changed.
