You are a poor medical sacrifice of the earth. From Monday to Friday, you have a full schedule every morning, and you complete the suffocating three-point-one-line routine of high school students from classroom to dormitory to classroom every day.
Although you have not yet entered the society, you are already filled with the inexplicable aura of a senior person in society that is inspiring - the resentment of a social animal.
Until one day, you traveled through time.
Good news ~ you successfully got rid of this damn routine
Bad news—you're no longer on Earth, and maybe not even in the galaxy.
Now it's showtime.
What kind of sparks will you create when you collide with this galaxy~
Let us wait and see
Shh~ The story begins
I hope this trip will eventually reach the stars
Intention: Intelligence is a piece of scrap metal, conservation is a fool; hunting has no sense of humor, destruction is like a madman. The Star Gods are all stubborn, Aha is so shameless! (Aha is really having fun~Aha has become a fun~)