I Sell Coke in Another World and Become the Overlord

Dear friends, friends who have lived in Bosstraat, Twenty-three years ago, we navigated the alleys and woods of Hasselt and Diepenbeek in broken English over frothy beers and Belgian waffles, creating a series of inside jokes that still sparkle in my memory. Now, as new technologies advance at a rapid pace, with neural implants rewriting human cognition and quantum tunnels blurring world boundaries, I'm writing about an adventure called Adventure of Zhao—a vessel that preserves our shared DNA of cross-cultural wonder. The story is set in a remote town in Shanghai in 2025. The story tells the story of Zhao Ming, a migrant worker in his birth year. At seven o'clock in the morning on the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, he rode an electric bicycle to work when he suddenly found a double image in front of his eyes. He was curious to discover that these ghost images were from another different world. The novel's climax: the friction between cultures that produces not chaos but joy—the vital energy that powered the late-night Common Room chats in our 20s. As my story will prove, the most radical futures are built on a beloved past. There is also a strange creature named "Toad-mouthed Night Owl" in the story. He can only speak our idiomatic language. Get ready to cringe/laugh as it declares: "Fxxkxx Bxxxx!"