Migration to the World at the End of the World Is Like a Prison

Not a Holy Mother, I am not happy, I am promoted quickly and without any hassle, and I am surrounded by beautiful women who are invincible. A beautiful researcher on the left hand and a sexy mechanic on the right hand. Hey, there are beauties in Weirdness, can I give it a try? Strangeness has arrived, and humans are struggling to their death. Don't look up at the blood moon, don't look up at the cracks in the sky, don't believe in the calls from the shadows, don't believe that the dead will be resurrected, don't be superstitious about sequence potions, don't believe that you really understand the weirdness. My name is Li Mu. When you read this sentence, I am already dead. This is a miserable world. The world is like a prison. I will fight with all hope on my back. At present, I am enjoying writing more every day. Is there anyone who can enjoy it together?