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My name is Lin Mo, a salty fish who just wants to fish quietly. Until that day, I caught a big flightless red lizard. It called itself Groudon and insisted on letting me take care of the food. Since then, my fish pond has become a kindergarten for mythical beasts: Kyogre is responsible for spraying water to wash the car, Ho-oh works part-time to light the barbecue, and Rayquaza grabs my TV to watch the weather forecast every day. I just wanted to stop playing and go home early, but the evil organization insisted on killing me. Looking at the shivering Lava Team in front of me, I sighed helplessly: "Groudon, stop playing around and string them together with the Cliff Sword. We'll have extra food tonight." [Ding! Congratulations to the host for catching the 'Creation Slate of Arceus'. Would you like to claim it? Me: "... Can I get a refund? I just want to catch a Magikarp!"

On the first night of the zombie outbreak, I saw my neighbor being eaten alive. There is no system, no cheats, no superpowers. I'm just a defenseless regular guy. Outside the door, there was the sound of footsteps dragging the internal organs. The fishy black blood seeped into the crack in the door. They knock on doors, they sniff, they knock on doors imitating human voices. I didn't dare to turn on the light, I didn't dare to breathe, I didn't dare to cry. I dare not look for food when I am hungry, and I dare not drink water when I am thirsty. The door can be broken at any time. They will come in at any time. This is not survival; It's a terrifying nightmare of being trapped in a room by monsters, slowly waiting to die.