Go Pour Concrete! Lord Yama!

The fantasy of monkeys fighting at a construction site before the 7th anniversary of the ancient civilization.

Erli's measurements + abilities

It's Sany, it's Matsushima, it's Carter.

A construction worker's dream of redemption before his sudden death after playing the game twice. Here are a few monthly passes for you; let's see what fate has in store.

Have you ever been dusty? Why are you writing nonsense here?

Let me explain why the author's updates are so slow. The author is actually a civil engineer; he works all day and writes the novel at night. Also, he's been having a persistent headache, and although everyone has been urging him to see a doctor, I don't know if he's actually gone.

The construction worker's fantasies before being driven into the pile

Take a lump of clay, mold it into a you, sculpt it into a me, then break us both apart and mix us with water. Mold another you, sculpt another me. In my clay is you, in your clay is me. We will share the same quilt in life, and the same coffin in death!

From a conceptual standpoint, this book has potential.

I stayed up late reading last night and got to Chapter 44. I was blown away! These chapters are incredibly imaginative—ghostly boomerangs, ghostly hot air balloons—they're even more abstract than the dump truck creating a rocket in the previous chapters! My shock level was no less than when I first encountered a monster! I was completely overwhelmed by the abstract holy body and couldn't hold back my emotions! 😳😱