Dimensional Eroders

Today I feel very tired inexplicably, mentally and mentally haggard, and I have no intention of typing. My brain tells me that it wants to run away from home and be a dead fish.

Probably because I worked too hard on the update during this period, and fatigue continued to accumulate in the dark. Finally reached the limit today, bang! The line broke.

The prehistoric salted fish power in the body gushes out like a dam break, sweeping the whole body, completely laying dead, escaping into mental retardation, sublimating the soul, and feeling free.

So take a day off and rest for the night, and fight again tomorrow!

ah! I'm really going to die, I'm going to die... Let me die for a while, let the salty fish gas dissipate, and I will be resurrected on time tomorrow.