"Oh my God, I'm not letting anyone live anymore!" I groaned and climbed up, suddenly finding that Simmons, who was originally soft, had become cold and hard. I lowered my head and was shocked: I... Why am I sleeping on the ground?
Looking around, a group of ancient buildings lie in front of me like sleeping monsters. I stood up drowsily, and carefully recalled what happened before I fell asleep, but found that I could only recall a small part of the first part, and the subsequent memories seemed to have been deleted. No matter how I recalled it, I couldn't do anything. Even if I thought of some, my brain would immediately feel as uncomfortable as an electric shock.