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【870】Danger comes from everyday life

Sixteen years later.

Wuming died suddenly in bed. He was so fat that his original outline was completely lost.

At the moment of death, the last Groundhog Day was activated, and he returned to the day before his death, but many forgotten memories were recalled again.

Outside the window, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant.

The cool morning breeze blew in through the window, lifting the curtains and letting in the light.

Wuming opened his eyes and tried to get up from the bed, but failed because of the huge tonnage. He looked at his fat hands in disbelief and said with a bitter smile: "I...I turned into a fat man!"

In fact, human beings are inert creatures. It is easy to move from frugality to luxury, but it is difficult to move from luxury to frugality.

Once you fall, it's hard to get up again.

Wuming recalled carefully and finally remembered that about six years ago, he began to neglect exercise and quickly became obese.

When he becomes obese, he becomes even more lazy to exercise, thus forming a vicious cycle in which his health becomes worse and worse. The worse his health becomes, the more lazy he is to exercise, and in the end he is even too lazy to get up.

He used pipes to modify a transport device on his bed. He only needed to pull the switch to deliver the cans in the food storage room to him, and he didn't need to move at all.

Moreover, he also remodeled his bed and dug a big hole in the middle, with the toilet underneath.

At the same time, there is a computer installed on the ceiling. He can control the computer with his right hand and play whatever he wants.

All in all, he basically spent the next four to five years in bed until he died suddenly due to an unknown disease.

"Death Mansion Paradise...that's what it is."

Wuming finally knew what this level was all about at this moment.

This level is really about comparing who can get longer. After entering this level, the lifespan of both of them should be at the same starting line. However, the longer they live in the Dead Mansion Paradise, their self-discipline, willpower, and memory will all be affected.

With continuous weakening, once you start to indulge, your body will inevitably get worse and worse.

Obviously, this is a great test of a person's determination.

It was because Wu Ming was lax that he persisted for twenty-six years before dying.

Now he is obviously at a disadvantage. He will die suddenly tomorrow due to unknown reasons. Since he can trigger the last Groundhog Day, it means that Wang Zong is still alive and well.

"No, I have to find a way to survive. The last chance of Groundhog Day cannot be wasted like this." Wuming gritted his teeth and tried hard with both hands to prop up his heavy body, but he couldn't do it after spending a long time.

Hold your body up.

His weight is too exaggerated, and due to neglect of exercise, his muscles have seriously lost weight. Although he is not weak now, he is still much worse than ordinary people.

"It turns out that life is so difficult for a fat person." Wuming lay helplessly on the bed, breathing heavily, feeling filled with emotions.

In the past, he thought why fat people didn't exercise properly. Exercise can obviously help you lose weight and make your body healthier.

But after he really became obese, he realized that this pile of fat on his body was very annoying. Moreover, because of this fat, he was now physically exhausted very quickly, and he was covered in stinky sweat even after doing a little exercise.

Fortunately, the smell of his bed has long since become familiar to him, and he doesn't feel the smell at all.

After resting for ten minutes, he continued to try to get up. This time he decided to roll out of bed, then sit up again, using the bed to get up.

At any rate, his memory of physical skills was still there, and after some fiddling, which took twenty minutes, he finally got up, leaning on the bed and bending over.

He was like a vegetative person who had just woken up. Every move was very difficult. He could only move bit by bit while confirming the state of his body.

Three highs can't run away.

There are many other underlying diseases.

He himself didn't know what illness he would die of suddenly tomorrow.

This level is too difficult for a salty fish like him.

Next, he slowly walked to the bathroom while holding on to the wall, and took a hard bath in hot water to clean off the dirt on his body. Because his body was too fat, many places could no longer be cleaned.

For example, sumo wrestlers cannot wipe their butts because they are too fat, so they usually let their juniors wipe their butts.

Wuming only has himself here, so these areas that cannot be cleaned can only be ignored for the time being.

After soaking three tanks of hot water in a row, he was finally satisfied, so he got up again with difficulty and caution. His body was too fat. If he accidentally fell in the bathroom, he might lose his life.

After coming out of the bathroom, he walked to the kitchen and took out the medicine box, took out a bunch of medicines, and after preparing the medicines according to his physical condition, he poured a glass of water and took the medicines.

He sat on the sofa, looked at the dusty living room, and sighed slightly. It depends on tomorrow whether he can survive.

To be honest, this level is much more difficult for him than the previous three levels.

Dead house paradise.

In fact, it is a hell for dead otakus. If dead otakus are really allowed to live here, it is estimated that the real dead otakus will be sent away in four to five years at most.

"You have to wake up and, by the way...diary!"

Wuming suddenly remembered the diary he saw on the first day he came here, and only then did he understand the meaning of the diary.

Who seriously keeps a diary?

But living here, it's easy to become immoral.

In order to maintain your integrity, you must write a diary to urge yourself, and you must not forget your goals in this level, otherwise you will turn from a dead house to a dead fat house, and finally into a dead body.

He got up with difficulty, then began to walk around the house, and even took out a broom and started cleaning the house.

In just half an hour, he was sweating profusely and could only stop and rest.

After spending an hour and a half intermittently, he roughly cleaned the living room, and then returned to the bedroom.

But this time, when he opened the door to the bedroom, his face suddenly turned livid. He obviously didn't feel the smell before, but now when he came back after taking a shower, he found that his bedroom was a hellish garbage dump.

This taste is indescribable.

Wuming covered his mouth and nose and entered the bedroom, taking out some necessary things. His fat body couldn't help but walk two steps faster, and the fat shook like waves.

As he walked, he thought of Zhang Shouzhong inexplicably. He wondered what Zhang Shouzhong felt like carrying that fat all day long?

We must admit that not everyone can be fat.

Wuming walked to the living room, opened the diary and started writing. It was probably because he hadn't written for a long time, so his writing was crooked, but it was enough that he could recognize it.

"Attention, first point, in the Dead Man Paradise, self-discipline, memory, and willpower will all be weakened. This is a competition. Don't forget it, don't lose yourself!"

"Attention, the second point is that this is the Dead Man's Paradise. Your name is Wuming. Don't forget the purpose of being here."

"Attention, the third point is that in the paradise of death, the body is more likely to gain weight and become lazy. You must insist on exercising."

Wuming was writing, and suddenly found that the words on the diary began to disappear. He frowned, thought about it, and changed the way he wrote:

"Hello, my name is Wuming. When you read this line, you must have forgotten your name, so you might as well use this identity temporarily."

After Wuming finished writing, he waited for a while to make sure that this line of writing did not violate any rules.

It seems that you can write a diary, but you cannot remind yourself blatantly. Some rules must be written down implicitly. As for whether you can understand it after memory problems, it can only depend on luck.

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