Qian Chao has not passed.
When I woke up, there was only one wooden board and the sea on all sides.
There are many unfinished corpses of NPCs floating on the sea. They have no arms or legs, no names, and no gender. There is only one mouth chattering and yelling at the creator for not finishing it.
Qian Chao's eyes slowly fell on the void screen.
Presence: 1 day
So, here comes the problem.
What should she do to let herself live another day?
…
Steal the clothes from the NPC corpse. Presence +1
Clean up the garbage floating in the sea. Presence +1
Finish the annoying NPC with only one mouth. Friends +1
Make a pirate ship that travels through time. Ship +1
Enter the infinite world and steal a lot of supplies. Presence +100
Enter the magical world and become a notorious black magician. Presence +100
Entering the doomsday world, he gave all the supplies he grabbed from the infinite world to the local indigenous people, and found a way to solve the zombie virus. Presence +1000
Enter the infinite world again and steal a lot of supplies. Presence +100
…
Someone once asked Qian Chao this.
"Aren't you going to find that irresponsible Creator?"
"As long as you coerce Him, threaten Him, and kill Him, won't everything be solved? Why bother with this sense of existence every day?"
However, Qian Chao said softly.
"I don't care."
She is a weed floating without roots, drifting wherever she goes along with the mighty ocean currents.
There is no goal, and there is no end.
Purpose: Live in the present
