"Damn it, why am I summoned to time travel when I'm promoting a game at a comic exhibition? What about my job? Does it count as absenteeism? Am I wearing a soul? Or am I wearing a suit? Am I still a hero? Being a hero is a high-risk profession. If you don't want to do it, I'll find the person who summoned me and send me back. The food here is too terrible! I'm going to set up a breeding farm, a food processing factory, a seasoning processing factory, and what business does it have to do with the devil and dragon from another world?" Li Ming thought.
Who can bear the grievance of traveling through time without hair?
I'm not as equipped as I am. Who can bear this grievance?
My attributes are unknown. Who can bear this grievance?
Intention: The second dozen workers traveled through time and just wanted to go home.