After I finally died, the gods held a banquet for eighty-one days, and happily designated this day as the "Opening Day".
People in the streets and alleys rushed to tell each other, and every household was delighted.
It's a pity that the sky has no eyes, the stars move and the sun changes, and I am alive again.
... Are you surprised or surprised?
Being expected to die by one person is annoying, being expected to die by a few people is cowardly, and being expected to die by everyone is a skill!
The scourge will last for thousands of years, but I still want to live.
Purpose: Who says monsters can't save the world?