After one more round of data showed no meaningful difference, Meng Jing, who had been staying up late processing it, suddenly blacked out and collapsed face-first onto his keyboard.
After dying suddenly and arriving in another world, Meng Jing scraped by working at a bar.
As an undocumented person, he was paid only half wages and slept in a waiting room.
In his dreams, a train raced through endless darkness. A clown with smeared makeup gave him a "black goat" balloon.
The train shattered piece by piece, and a black goat leaped before his eyes.
After waking, Meng Jing went on living a quiet life.
He'd pet the three-eyed black cat on the street and watch a detective with two heads and four arms drink coffee and eat bread.
Every so often, he'd help the handsome bartender fend off people who were watching him.
With no way to repay him, the young man offered to let Meng Jing stay in his living room.
Unfortunately, disaster struck: the bar blew up.
His handsome roommate disappeared.
Meng Jing wiped his face and had no choice but to look for another job.
This time, he was hired to clean up a landfill crawling with pollution.
Plants with teeth, bicycles that drank engine oil, and sticky, unidentifiable things that loved eating mosquitoes.
There was also an injured little dog with wings.
They were all called pollution.
And Meng Jing was a rare person whom pollution could not affect.
Completely oblivious, Meng Jing spent every day in his little room petting the dog.
But this fluffy creature seemed a little unhappy. It was like a cat, always keeping him at a distance and liking to watch him from high places.
Until the day the messengers of death arrived, and flocks of crows stared at them with crimson eyes.
I recommend letting this build up before reading. Work has already drained me dry every day, so updates are irregular. This is basically just a brainless romance web novel with no deeper meaning. I hope it can at least entertain you. If anything feels off, please drop it as soon as possible. I'm so burned out from work that even I don't know what I'll write next. After all, I have no outline and no stockpile of chapters. The text above was written after I had a breakdown when my work presentation crashed ^^
Theme: Never give up, and you'll eventually find something beautiful
