I, a zombie, am an employee of the Guantan Shopping Mall with a monthly salary of 10,000 ghost coins. Don't complain if you don't get a salary increase, BOSS will personally designate you as an "outstanding employee". But excellence cannot be used as food, housing, or warmth.
Meet Lin Bei, the S-level chosen one from the Red Kingdom. He enters the dungeon not for survival, but for the dignity of the zombies. All the belongings were given to him in exchange for the following condition: "After clearing customs, help me return the dignity of the zombies." He looked at me and said, "Deal."
The BOSS turned green, and I followed Lin Bei. Someone asked if you regret it? I laughed: "I have been a walking zombie all my life, and finally I am alive."
Intention: When rules become a cage, the humblest "tool man" will also light a fire in silence. The real horror is not ghosts, but the injustice and numbness day after day; the most powerful resistance is not to destroy everything, but to choose to stand on the side of the light despite being in darkness. A small person's "bad performance" eventually became the beginning of overthrowing the entire rule system. It helps not only others, but also myself who has been swallowed up by the rules for countless years.