"What on earth is this? What happened here? My room is in shambles, as if a tornado had swept through it overnight. Dust covers every surface, including my new poster of Zhang Liang Ying that I had proudly displayed just a few days ago. Now, her once beautiful face is distorted and torn, almost as if an evil force has taken over. The walls are draped with cobwebs, giving the room a haunted feel. Even the fruits on the coffee table have decayed into a mushy mess, covered in black mold. The recently installed window is now coated in a layer of white ash, with cracks running through the dusty glass. As I look around, I can't help but feel like I'm in a nightmare. The computer next to my bed is also covered in cobwebs, and a dried up worm lies at the bottom of an empty water glass. The air is thick with dust, making it hard for me to breathe. Everything is dull and lifeless, as if all color and light has been drained from the room. It's like watching static on a television screen. In just one night, my room has transformed into a desolate wasteland, as if it has aged for centuries. But this can't be real, can it? It must be a dream. I pinch myself, hoping to wake up from this nightmare. But as I soon discover, this is no dream. I have been dragged into The Dust World, a post-apocalyptic realm ruled by monsters from myths, legends, and games. And somehow, I have gained the power to travel between this world and the real one, along with the ability to access a Status Panel. With this newfound power, I am determined to explore the mysteries and terrors of The Dust World. What secrets lie within its vast expanse? And what role do I play in this dangerous new world?"
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