I lived in the third year of the end of the genocide and lived by delivering food.
Until I picked up a mobile phone with a group chat called "Tarot Club".
Group friends post every day: "Mr. Fool, please bless me to draw SSR!"
"The pendulum is hot again. Who in the family understands?"
I casually replied: "Order takeout and calm down."
The next second, the group chat exploded——
"Holy shit! Takeout? Is there still takeout in this world?!"
