In the 41st century, where science and technology are advanced and peaceful, a strange sandstorm suddenly rolls up from the ground and blows directly towards the heroine who is receiving the latest Nobel Prize on stage. This is her 100th Nobel trophy. As an obsessive-compulsive disorder, she is still thinking happily that the last empty space in the cabinet can finally be filled. I got on board, and in a blink of an eye I came to a world full of weird things. I accidentally opened the space ring and unlocked the cute pet assistant. But even with the artifact in my hand, I still stumbled and grew up, broke the limitations of space, eliminated all injustices, and finally became the empress. I unexpectedly awakened and raised a husband. Don't you feel so happy?
Intention: A tough seed must take root downwards, take root, and bloom even in the desert.