After the founding of the country, spirits are forbidden to become monsters, but in the apocalypse, anything goes.
Jiang B225W obeyed the law all its life, but still couldn't avoid some reckless driver flooring the accelerator. It got a one-day trip to the scrapyard, and unexpectedly awakened an apocalypse self-upgrade and purification System.
A short story with no brains, no logic, and no romance, written purely for fun. The whole thing is from an ambulance's perspective. If you think the author wrote something stupid, you're absolutely right. I wrote it in exactly that state of mind.
If there are any mistakes, it's because the author lacks common sense (except for the license plate number, which has a special meaning and is my own headcanon). Feel free to roast me in the comments. Thanks, everyone.
It's 5.6K words, and I have mixed feelings 😭 I want to finish it, but I don't want to finish it.
Classmate Wang's nickname will soon be heard throughout the Sixth Middle School 🐶