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Okay, okay. If we say who is the unluckiest person in the world, it must be this woman who can inexplicably travel through time just by chewing bread, making facial masks, and playing on the computer - Ling Xi.
She is just an ordinary person who can be overwhelmed by casually mixing in the crowd. She is just a graduated college student who lives a life of getting fired by her boss every now and then with only a third-rate university diploma. She is just a woman with zero IQ who has lived for more than 20 years and has never even had a vigorous relationship. Please, why should a woman like her who could easily catch a dozen on the street have to be bullied by God Pluto? She was accidentally kicked out of the underworld, but fortunately she survived and ended up in this weird continent full of monsters.
Okay, okay, I admit that I want a body but not a figure, a graceful but not graceful, and a face but not a cheeky one. It just has one or three products, and it's the kind of junk that no one wants even if it's on the street stalls. Lord Pluto, why do you think so highly of me and throw me into that shitty place where birds don't lay eggs and let me have such shitty luck?
God, I have provoked whom, why do you bother me, a flower of the 21st century?