A salty fish who loves food makes a living as a second-rate dealer in the interstellar world.
Her purpose in life is to enjoy traveling, make money while traveling, taste delicious food, and occasionally explore.
Helplessly, I will always be involved in some strange public hazard incidents.
To the customs, which was bombed;
Participate in celebrations and blow up a river;
Agricultural products were traded and the planet was bombed;
Attend the dance party, the second interstellar war begins!
Even a laborer suffers from war PTSD and has to fight wits and courage every night to avoid being stabbed.
Dear mother, why is it that no one wants to live a stable life? If life is endless, we will continue to seek death.
Then don't blame her for sending them to meet God.
Ps: People in the interstellar era like animal gene grafting and have some strange habits. Their IQ sometimes rises and sometimes becomes worrying.
Intention: Stop curling up and enjoy life