On the night of my 18th birthday, my mother mysteriously gave me a brick-shaped object and told me to open it when no one was around. It cost her hundreds.
I immediately slipped back into the room, locked the door, and tore off the packaging in one go. When I opened it, I almost couldn't hold it. It turned out to be a tattered book, with the words "Ancient Survival Manual" crookedly written on the cover... There seemed to be a line of small words: Whoever gets this book will have a strange adventure in different time and space. What, some vendors nowadays are too deceptive, so this kind of thing is deceiving.
Who knows, I woke up the next day and found out. . . . . .