Raise animals full of personality and show them off, players take on the role of zoo director and compete for rankings throughout the Yaris, just buy sticker packs to get cute animals in the palm of their hands. This was the slogan of the "My Zoo" sticker when it was released. This sticker may not be crowded out by other brands, and it suddenly occupied the hearts of the people of Yaris.

The essence of this game is like the eraser collection at the time, although the ranking is low, but it is still fun if there are many people who play together. When some relatively rare animals are drawn from the paper packets you buy, there is still a dangerous sense of stimulation in the brain. I have one animal that I really want, and that is the Alpine bird. This sticker-collecting game ranks animals according to their rarity, and the extinct Alpine Bird is super rare, and although you can draw these card packs in large quantities, the probability is very low......

This sticker will rank the collectors on the packaging sold outside, as long as you enter the nickname you want to take on the wrapper, your account will be connected to the headquarters of the Chamber of Commerce along with the technique for recording. The more animals you collect, the higher the ranks, and the highest ranked ones will appear on the sticker's packaging in real time. Now that I think about it, the comparison between participating in the Eraser Collecting War because of the Alpine Bird Eraser and the "My Zoo" sticker I bought to get the Alpine Bird sticker makes me feel like I have to get my hands on it.

I'm afraid that I started to lose control from that time, and I looked at my ranking, although it was still very poor, but I suddenly cared a lot, so I looked at the name of the first place:

Sewer. Sewer...... Sewer. Sewer! It's the guy who bought the eraser and swallowed my three silver coins! I don't hold a grudge against him at all, and it's just a nickname, and it's not exactly the same person. His score was outrageously high, even a third more than the previous one. However, when I met this name again that didn't feel like an accident, I did feel that it was fate. If you want revenge, it must be against me at the time. And the only one who can save me at that time is me now. I rushed seventy silver coins at one time, which is a little more than three gold coins.

That was four years ago, and I'm still playing with the sticker, the developers introduced new systems, and held events in the real world, etc. It still enjoys a great reputation in Yaris today. I've bought over 1,000 gold coins, but I'm still in the triple digits, and I still haven't gotten my Alpine Bird.

Do you want to spend your budget on this? I think it's necessary and absolutely indispensable. After all, if I give up now, won't all the hard work I have made before be in vain? And this revenge has become the only beacon in my life, without which I cannot continue to live.

This bird, which became extinct before it could fly, was probably projected on myself. Just like me. Even if my ambition dies without being rewarded, I am an ordinary person who can't enter the ranks of rarities. This game is well-known in Yaris, and its market size is also very large, and it is not uncommon to buy and sell stickers. A player like me, selling all of his stickers should only be a hundred gold coins. And the stickers and account numbers of this person called Gutter will definitely be worth a lot of money when they are put on the market.

Alpine bird stickers can be obtained with just a few gold coins. But it's not the same, that's not the same. So what is it exactly? I try to introspective. Romantic? Purifying the spirit? Liberation from repression? Social cognitive desire? Racial superiority? I tried to list some of Shimao's words, but they all came to naught and disappeared from me. I actually realized it myself. Not the kind of serious, noble words. The word is just a simpler, more disgusting word: sick. That's right, it's sick.

I've been able to buy stickers for two or three gold coins without blinking. I was completely paralyzed. My quality of life is visibly crumbling, and I don't care at all. It's all about the Alpine birds. In order to take revenge on the self fifteen years ago, to save himself, and to get close to the first place of this man called gutter.

Late one night, I also went to the sticker shop with a numb mentality to buy a sticker, thinking that if I saved up my luck, it would definitely come out. I didn't know it was going to come out. It was a moonless, icy night. Winter is coming soon, and the late autumn wind blows fiercely. The crows were looking for food next to the trash cans in the alley, and I remember everything clearly.

I smoked the Alpine Bird. I smoked the Alpine Bird. I smoked the Alpine Bird. I smoked the Alpine Bird. This shiny sticker stood in my hand and I stared blankly at it. Great joy came over me, and I jumped, rejoiced, wept, and felt victorious.

My four years...... My four years. My four years! It's finally paying off!

And at this moment, a speeding carriage stopped and drove towards me, and I couldn't open my eyes when the wind blew, and the sticker in my hand flew out at once, and before I could register in the account system, it had long since disappeared. It couldn't be said to have disappeared, it just flew into the small ditches on both sides of the road. I immediately scooped it up, drained it, and tried to enter it into the system.

But failed. No matter what I do, air dry it, fix it, find someone to identify it, add mana to it, it still can't be entered into the system. I know that when the sticker can't move anymore, or even glow, it loses its original utility.

My brain went blank, like this dirty sticker, and I lost its original utility, I couldn't think about anything, and I couldn't even remember how to get home. I was robbed of all my strength by the sense of loss that I had actually gained the Alpine Bird. And fate was cruel, and God took something else from me: my cockatoo, Bobo.

At this time, a blue flame finally ignited in my heart. At least the Alpine bird was not taken by God, but by a coachman. Bobo wasn't taken away by anything, the phoenix cockatoo had a lifespan of about fifteen years, and it was indeed the end of its life, but it just happened to be today.

It was raining on the day I buried Bobo, and I didn't have an umbrella.

But when you think of this abominable fate, you really feel that there are gods. The God of Didama, who is engraved in my soul, may really exist. When I can't play with stickers, I will be given a rare kind of stickers, which is really cleverly designed.

I dug up an iron box under the tree where Bobo was buried, and inside the box was a magic hammer. I was shocked to see that there were still six rounds in the chamber.

That's natural, this kind of game must have been designed and manufactured by someone. Then there must be people in this world who design and manufacture them. The world must have been programmed in some way.

That was three days ago.

I don't know what the hell this driver has been doing these days, and I don't want to know.

I'm going to find him and kill him.