I died and turned into a rat.
When I opened my eyes amidst the loud noise of the extraordinary being crushing the sewer cover, I realized that even surviving in this miserable place was a luxury.
My stomach felt like fire, but there was a buzzing sound in my head——
"The hunger bar is full and evolution begins."
Is it better for others to practice swordplay for ten years than to chew a piece of cheese?
So what do you call me after I chew up a giant dragon?
Give yourself a good review [send heart]