According to old tales, gamers often suffer from three great delusions:
1. This time, the loot from this corpse is definitely going to be good.
2. I'm the protagonist of this game. Of course I'll steamroll everything!
Luck can't save the unlucky, and spending money can't change your fate.
Even in another world, being unlucky is just as deadly.
How will a former mercenary fight with his wits in a virtual game world to save himself and his younger sister? And how will he build a mercenary band of his own?
Draw, draw, draw. Spend, spend, spend.
Why are all the enemy teams glowing gold, while our side is nothing but white cards?
Fine, let them be white cards. Today, I'll prove that even the unluckiest player can defy fate and turn things around!
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Please do not imitate.
When I saw the orcs, I thought some Danmeiwen had entered Feilu.
Orcs, breed, breed, breed
There is depth on the 15th floor (irrigation)
It's so funny to be scared by a woman until she foams at the mouth and faints. This book is interesting, I followed it
Orcs, breed, breed, breed