When I was young, I wrote this doomsday article.
Now! I abandon articles faster than anything else, there is a literary shortage!
Look at the briefcase, it's full of cheats, space, and bullshit luck.
There is no expression on my face here, and I even vaguely want to smile.
Therefore, in the final chapter, there is no golden finger, no space, and no superpowers.
It's just a little white article as quiet as a chicken.