A month ago, Galedie was a pampered, spoiled young lady faced with a System mission to increase her lifespan.
She was thoroughly disgusted and refused with tears and sobs.
"Ewwww! No way! Zombies are so gross."
"I broke a nail. I can't run anymore. Sniffle, sniffle."
A month later, she held a huge spiked club and calmly made a finger heart toward the sky.
"Hey, folks, double-tap and drop a like! Send me a flower and follow the channel. I'll smash thirty zombie heads live!"
"Friends, follow my favorite top donor. I guarantee you won't get lost with me as your streamer!"
But there was a stranger who pelted Galedie with crystals in the apocalypse, spirit stones in the cultivation world, and raw ore in the interstellar realm.
She struggled out from beneath the dazzling pile of resources and asked him:
"Who are you, anyway?"
The man was silent for a moment. His thin, sensual lips parted, and he slowly uttered a few words.
"Your favorite top donor."
2020-02-24
Theme: Survival is instinctive, and so is being a spoiled drama queen
