[The full text is written in the second person. Don't substitute reality.
September 29, 3527.
What is life? You've thought about the answer to this question countless times.
Walking around the sea of people, his face has a numb expression no different from others, and colorful neon lights illuminate his whole body.
Boring and boring.
What do you want to do after graduation? Where to go after getting paid? What are you going to do on vacation?
It's a simple question, but it's false in this city. Yes, you have no choice.
Get up, wash up, go out, do everything you should do, this is your life.
Boring and boring.
You thought your life had passed like this, until the moonlight was reflected by the broken glass and illuminated the entire living room, and the dusty man lay on the ground, rubbing his head and laughing awkwardly, you knew that your future life might be disrupted from such a comedic start.
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There are no heroes here, you have no superpowers, and no outstanding characteristics. You just went through thirty-four cycles and tried to save yourself.
"You didn't come to this world to experience this kind of life."
Purpose: You don't have to be professional to save the world.
