As a wage earner, I work hard 996 every day, working tirelessly, rain or shine. Time has smoothed my edges. (Although I still live a very irritable life)
Now, people from the anti-suppression bureau break into my house all day long. When I go out to eat, someone next to me is poisoned and dies. I still can't sleep at night...
Not only that, but suddenly one day, there was a godly stickman who said, "The sin of reverse growth broke the balance of the law, time is out of God's control, and only the blood of betrayal can correct it."
And he ran away after saying that!
Since then, I have lived a time-disordered life. Can you imagine that I have lived for 3650 days, but others think that only half a year has passed?
Not only that, they all thought I was crazy!
The most despairing moment for me was when I discovered that my life had become like this because of a comic.
--From Cognac, a poor migrant worker
"So what do you decide to do?"
"Kill the protagonist and let the comic end."
The protagonist is Zhenjiu, a native, and the starting blade disciple (may be promoted later) is pure black.
Ps: If you don't help, you will be persecuted by whiskey in turn. There are hints of the food/human plot.
Purpose: Live well no matter what you face