I am an ordinary worker who works from 9 to 10, working hard every day for my meager monthly salary of 3,000 yuan.
I thought this life would go on forever.
Until one day, I found that the people around me seemed to have changed.
This world seems to be an absurd script controlled by "gods".
Each of us is a puppet inside.
I'm not the protagonist, I'm just an ordinary, insignificant passerby.
But I started to wake up.
Absurd dreams and parallel worlds intertwine.
I tear apart the false prosperity and tranquility of this world, and face the so-called destiny from above.
This is a war about taking back the "pen".
A short story I wrote a long time ago, uploading it bit by bit~
Purpose: Be the protagonist of your own life
