Wang Yue got a backpack with 99 slots, and he could even travel to a fantastical otherworld? What more was there to say? Let's do this!
Dressed in custom armor and carrying a custom knight's longsword, Wang Yue charged in, landed one basic attack, and died.
"I wanted to talk things over with you in a fair and friendly way, but since it's come to this, I'll stop pretending and come clean. As a pioneer in another world, I know that if you want to get rich, you have to cut down trees first. And if I'm going to cut down trees, it's perfectly normal for me to bring two chainsaws, right?" Wang Yue asked in all seriousness, looking at the black treant that had killed him more times than he could count.
