I, Wang Hao, am 25 years old, a working poor, so poor that I can only eat instant noodles in bags.
Until I downloaded a weird card game app. The only rule is: "Draw cards, play them, and survive."
On the first day, I drew [Steamed Buns], and the next day my neighbor gave me three big steamed buns. I'm also pleased that this plug-in is really considerate.
The next day, I got a [hot latte], and the coffee shop gave me a free cup because of a "system error". I was swollen, this is not a game, this is a wishing machine!
Later, I drew [Li Gui's Nails], and that night, my naughty neighbor who played football in the middle of the night and his family of four were found tragically dead at home, with scratches like wild beast claws all over their bodies.
I realized that every card I drew would come true in reality. And there are still nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine cards in my card library.
What's even more terrifying is that the effects of all the cards are ultimately aimed at my door.
Now, the next card was automatically revealed at the top of the card pile, and it read: [Your Funeral].
"Wait, wait! I didn't draw this card! It's compulsory consumption!"
"Also, what does 'survive' mean? Am I not alive now?!"
"Um... Can I get a discount? Or, can you switch it to [another round] for me?"
My card pool seems to lead to some weird place. Is it too late to retreat now?
Waiting online, it's quite urgent
