When I come back from the ninth time from the end, I will still be in a cold sweat.
The never-ending flame sweeps across the continent like a roaring sea, and nothing can stop the pace of the flame, such as creatures, buildings, lakes, mountains, etc. They do not know what kind of infinite energy they are burning, and even if they ignite the whole earth, they are not satisfied. I hid in the basement for dozens of days, and finally was consumed by the flames.
This time back, I immediately went to find my friend to escape with. My good friend is a typical cynic. If life is a buffet, and the suicide person pays in advance because she eats too much shit, she eats too much dirt and wants to beat the chef out.
People like her have few friends. I came to her because she has recently found a good job and has a lot of money to rent an RV to buy survival supplies. But eight times before, she didn't believe my doomsday declaration. This time, I decided to do everything I could.
I proposed.
She was surprised, agreed, and then spent all her money to accompany me on the flight.
Now, I don't know how to explain to her that the end has not come.
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"Professor, the provider of anger has finally returned, but now she can only provide another flame."
"What fire?"
"Love fire."
