Bob counted in the darkness.

Twenty-five thousand three hundred and sixty-one...

Twenty-five thousand three hundred and sixty-two...

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Name, Bob Fox, age, 37, born 83.9.8.

Favorite color, red.

Favorite TV show, *The Wire*.

Mother, Hally Fox.

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Seventy-eight thousand nine hundred and nineteen...

Seventy-eight thousand nine hundred and twenty...

Name, Bob Fox, age, 37, born 83.9.8.

High school, Hatton High,

Favorite sport, basketball

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One hundred and thirty-four thousand two hundred and thirty-five,

One hundred and thirty-four thousand two hundred and thirty-six,

Name, Bob Fox, age, 37, born 83.9.8.

First girlfriend, Kelly, Kelly Winslet,

She was in the class next door. He plucked up the courage to invite her to the school dance, and she actually smiled and agreed.

Hmm... he still remembered the smell of the blue Toyota's back seat, and his sweaty, embarrassed smile when he couldn't unbuckle his belt...

But that night wasn't bad, was it? She was very gentle. If she hadn't moved away, they might have been together...

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Three hundred and ninety thousand... what was it?

Forget it, there's no point in counting anymore.

Bob thought, slowly picked up a bottle of water, and slowly brought it to his lips, taking a small sip.

The world was dim, silent, and still. The only light came from a red dot.

This was his fourth and a half day in this world.

Around the third day, he felt like he was about to collapse, but somehow, he persevered.

As time went on, he gradually began to perceive the existence of his limbs. Touch, taste, smell... these senses returned again, although they were still very weak.

Bob didn't know if the pitch-black space was returning his five senses to him,

Or if he himself possessed weakened senses, and was now picking them up again, simply because he had become accustomed to the long-term pitch-black and silent environment.

But, this was not good news.

Bob, who had regained his five senses, was able to retrieve items from his inventory, and also recognized the environment he was in.

This was a vast, empty space with extremely low, almost non-existent gravity.

The space was dimly lit, able to devour any internal light source (the light source created by Bob using equipment skills), except for that red dot.

Right, the red dot.

The place where the red dot was located was a rectangular metal cabinet about the height of a person, with a smooth surface, no buttons or bolts, extremely strong, and could not be opened by any means (even Bob's all-out blow). Its purpose was unknown.

The cabinet stood on a flat ground, which was very soft, with a texture like something that could heal automatically.

If the gravity here wasn't so low, the metal cabinet would have sunk into the ground long ago.

In short,

That red dot was located in the middle of the front of the cabinet. Relying on the faint light emitted by the red dot, Bob, whose five senses were weakened, could drink water and eat.

His inventory contained some survival supplies, compressed food and purified water, but they were limited in quantity. He had to find a way out of this space before the food ran out.

Bob thought to himself, and used a pen to draw a period on the paper - he began to record everything that happened here, even though it was meaningless, he still did it.

If he could get out, he wouldn't need to give the paper to others to help them analyze and decipher the clues.

If he couldn't get out, the paper would probably remain in this space forever.

Forget it, don't think about it.

It's good to make some records. If he didn't write something down to vent, he would go crazy sooner or later.

Bob slowly stood up and turned to look in the opposite direction of the red dot.

His inventory happened to have a mechanical device that could keep time, so he didn't need to calculate the time in his head anymore, but if he wanted to check the time, he had to return to the red dot—this damn place had no light at all.

Actually, he could also observe the current time by consuming spiritual energy and observing the recovery speed of the spiritual energy value.

However, the recovery efficiency of the spiritual energy value would be affected by the player's physiological and psychological state, so it wasn't very accurate.

In short, let's go.

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Three weeks, three days, seven hours, fifty-eight minutes.

Three weeks, three days, seven hours, fifty-eight minutes.

By the light emitted by the red dot, I can see my thin and pale face through the glass of the clock.

I have been walking forward on the ground of the pitch-black space for twelve days.

My means of transportation—a motorcycle—ran out of all its energy on the first day. In the following days, I relied entirely on walking.

There is no end, no end.

I use skills to locate myself, so I am very sure that I have not taken any detours, nor have I encountered a ghost wall that keeps looping.

This damn space is simply endless.

A way out...

Damn it, I have to find a way out. There's not much food left.

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Two months, one day, thirteen hours.

I just landed from the sky. Like going forward and backward, the upward path also has no end.

Why?

Why does it have to be me?

Why can other people draw safe and harmless labels, but I have to stay in this damn space that I can't get out of?

This is not fair.

Damn, damn, damn, damn!

Damn it...

I can only dig downwards.

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Three months, four days,

I just crawled out of the tunnel. I am very sure that there is no way out downwards either.

I made careful food plans, but the supplies are still decreasing day by day.

The soft material that makes up the ground is inedible.

Eating it raw, steaming it, grilling it... no matter what cooking method you use, it will cause severe abdominal pain after eating it—it has no nutritional value and cannot satisfy your hunger at all.

I tried planting crops on the ground, but this "soil" cannot grow anything at all.

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Three months, twenty days.

Everything that can be used as "food" ran out thirteen days ago.

I even drank the only bottle of micro-life potion. Guess what happened?

It healed my malnutrition, and also made me even hungrier.

Now, every time I write a word, I have to strongly resist the urge to eat this paper.

Oh, right, that someone? Li, Li Risheng, right?

I still have to thank him for sending a stack of paper at once, but there's not enough ink.

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Four months, seventeen days.

I will not die.

That sounds incredible, doesn't it?

I haven't eaten anything for almost a month. I'm as thin as a skeleton, my hair is falling out, my lips are chapped, and I'm tormented by hunger and pain all the time—I suspect my internal organs have long since failed and are bleeding.

But I am still alive.

Alive.

Grass.

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I found it! I found it!!

That metal cabinet! That metal cabinet cannot be destroyed by any skills or equipment, but it will be affected by my own body!

Do you understand?

I can use my fists, my teeth, and my bones to scrape marks on it!

Inside, there must be something hidden inside, maybe a door! Open it, and I can get out!

Wish me luck!

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During this period, I have been using my fallen teeth to scrape the surface of the metal cabinet.

To be honest, I don't dare to look in the mirror at all now. God knows what I've become... I feel like my right hand has started to peel off, like an onion.

The good news is that I have scraped a crack in the metal cabinet. If I blow air into it, I can hear a hollow sound.

It's hollow inside.

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My left hand is broken.

I tried to make a bandage with materials and tied the fractured left hand in front of me.

But it's meaningless. My body has started to rot. I can even use my fingers to pass through the holes in my belly and touch the internal organs inside—the blood in the abdominal cavity ran out a week ago.

It stinks so bad, it really stinks.

The blood is piled up on my body, dry, solidified, like a layer of armor.

And the ground.

If I could have made up my mind earlier and used my own body to cultivate crops, maybe I could have grown potatoes?

Can potatoes grow in meat? I do not know.

There are no flies here. Is this a good thing or a bad thing?

On the one hand, I don't have to worry about maggots growing all over my body.

On the one hand, flies and maggots can at least provide me with some protein, and sounds.

The metal cabinet, it's almost open, just a little bit more.

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The teeth are completely exhausted, I decided to start using the bones inside my left hand.

When I woke up today, I didn't see the red dot.

I thought it was extinguished.

As a result, my right eye is blind.

Thank goodness.

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Just a little bit more, I can already pry the metal plate!

Great, great, great, I'll be able to get out soon!

I hope that going back to the outside world can heal my injuries.

I have rotted beyond recognition.

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The cabinet, was opened by me.

Inside, there is a book.

I know that the content on it can help me get out.

Maybe it's a spell, like "Open Sesame", after reciting it I can leave here.

But, I can't do it.

I'm already blind, five days before opening the cabinet door.

Hahahaha, hahahahaha, hahahaha

This is truly the most ridiculous joke in the world.

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Name, Bob Fox, age, 37, born 83.9.8.

Favorite color, red.

Favorite TV show, *The Wire*.

Mother, Hally Fox.

Someone kill me,

Whoever it is, please come and kill me...

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Name, Bob Fox, age, 37, born 83.9.8.

High school, Hatton High,

Favorite sport, basketball

I've tried to commit suicide, a hundred times? A thousand times?

I pulled out my heart, tore open my forehead, and used the most powerful weapon to bombard myself,

No matter how many times, how many times, my fragmented body can stand up again.

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Kill me, please.

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