I became a bug in mystical recovery
"My name is Zimon, and I was dead when you saw that...... Wait a minute! How good your prophetic power is!
Qi Meng silently put on his monocle, "Take it!" Hell
is empty, the world is turbid, and evil ghosts are raging.
Zimon has traveled to a world of mysterious resurrection, where there is nothing but a door to truth and a strange pair of monocles.
Don't have skills? Steal! No treasures? Steal!
"No, how can the business of a scholar be called stealing?"
“Amon is watching you!”