Once upon a time, I was also a striker who could swim in snake skins among the zombies without relying on supernatural powers. Unexpectedly, I never expected that my leg was broken in an accident and bitten by a zombie. As a result, I had to live in an experimental center to quietly develop an antidote. It was really frustrating! Moreover, he seems to have been particularly unlucky recently, such as breaking his leg, meeting the person he least wanted to meet, and failing to hold his hand even though everything was good, and then Game over... Then he was inexplicably named the savior, bound to an unknown low-level system that was said to be about enjoying life, and embarked on a road of no return...