Traveling Across Valoran: Five Souls Go Their Separate Ways

Fantasy is a boy's weapon against mediocrity The fifth row of the Internet cafe late at night. At seven o'clock in the morning, when the five members of the five-person group who knelt continuously walked out of the Internet cafe, they found that the four people around them were missing mysteriously, and the world in front of them changed completely the moment they stepped out of the door. Holy shit, is this a desert? What the hell? Is it Bilgewater? Where is this? How did I become a miner? Damn it, why did I become a ghost? Still tied up by Yorick. Ladies, there is nothing I can't do that you can't think of. Today, I, the Lord of the River, Tam, will show you how to eat a catfish alive!