Not? This Lively?

(PS: There will only be one update today. I spent the whole day getting checked out. There's nothing seriously wrong with my heart, but my diabetes is a huge problem instead. My glycated hemoglobin is 9!! My god, the doctor even suggested I consider being hospitalized... But I promised to spend Children's Day with my kid. I've been promising him for half a year already... Also, my blood lipids are very high, and my visceral fat is seriously over the limit. I haven't been exercising enough...

Let me discuss this with everyone. For the next month, I'll start exercising and managing my blood sugar. There will be two to three updates a day. I'll do my best to keep them on schedule—namely 12 and 6. If there's a third update, it'll be at 9 PM. Once my health improves a little, I'll resume three updates and bonus updates for league leaders. My apologies, everyone. I'm getting old, and my body is starting to deteriorate too... This is the first book where I'm updating less because of health reasons rather than my own wishes. It's really depressing.)

Cold. Shaking...

Wu Pifu felt so awful he wanted to die. Once again, he felt as if he had been churned into minced meat—minced meat churned apart even at the atomic level. He immediately began vomiting violently, though there was naturally nothing he could throw up.

"Not bad. You have the best qualities among the people who came this time."

A voice rang out in Wu Pifu's mind, but he felt too terrible to think about anything. He simply kept vomiting and vomiting. At the same time, the surroundings seemed extremely lively. There seemed to be sounds of fighting, roaring, killing, and more...

Only after several minutes did Wu Pifu gradually recover. Only then