Qin Duanyu was absurdly lucky, a regular at the ten-pull, five-SSR club, and the chief instructor of eight hundred thousand gacha addicts.
But everyone knows how short-lived a lucky streak can be. Dragged into a game created by the gods, he had to fight other Chosen Ones just to stay alive.
Look at the others: Devil Fruits, ancient martial arts, magic, and witchcraft. Every one of them was insanely flashy.
But Qin Duanyu's ability was to summon characters from mobile games.
By drawing cards.
Having once been a Commander, an Admiral, a Doctor, and a Traveler, Qin Duanyu thought of his one special skill and couldn't help laughing.
But then...
UMP45: "So, you think I'm flat-chested? Seems like you need a little plastic surgery. How about a Voldemort nose to start with?"
Kal'tsit: "Doctor, I have something I'd like to thank you for: making me work at the control center for months without a break."
Formidable: "Commander, since you dared to change my name to Fat Dinosaur, I assume you've already picked out how you want to die?"
Raiden Shogun: "Traveler, thank you for putting Xiangling and me in front of the stove. I finally learned how to cook. Want to taste grilled Traveler?"
Why do they remember all the times I bullied them?
