It seemed like I had a particularly long dream. There were many hands reaching out from all directions. I couldn't see clearly the owners of those hands, but in the blur, their sharp fangs told me that I would be eaten by them as food.
This is a dream, I kept telling myself, but when the fangs penetrated the skin, the pain was extremely real... Am I going to die?
Of course not! I'm the protagonist! If the protagonist dies, what else will the author write?
So - high-energy Mary Sue warning ahead! Please be prepared!
Uh, something seems to be going on, it's not the system or anything...
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